<?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-7649281</id><updated>2011-09-01T00:54:55.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOL-OUT</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS IS NOT A USUAL BLOG! NOT THOSE USUAL BLOG U'LL SEE THAT TELLS U ABOUT MY EVERYDAY! IT'S JUST A SIMPLE BLOG TO KOL-OUT AND I MEAN IT.................................

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YOU ARE FREE TO GIVE ANY COMMENTS, THIS ARE WHAT THE COMMENTS BUTTONS ARE FOR.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-6338166988516055713</id><published>2008-07-04T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:48:05.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MYSELF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE MYSELF WHEN I'M IN LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I'LL DO THINGS THAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-6338166988516055713?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/6338166988516055713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=6338166988516055713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/6338166988516055713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/6338166988516055713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-myself.html' title='I HATE MYSELF!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-115503316269163547</id><published>2006-08-08T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:32:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical national citizen... Again...</title><content type='html'>I post a blog about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/typical-national-citizen.html"&gt;A typical national citizen...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this video speaks even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDk26eEllwA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDk26eEllwA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/7649281-115503316269163547?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/115503316269163547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=115503316269163547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/115503316269163547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/115503316269163547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2006/08/typical-national-citizen-again.html' title='A typical national citizen... Again...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-115488838427871164</id><published>2006-08-07T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:30:04.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humans... YES! HUMANS!</title><content type='html'>the clip saids it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osUiUaNOo2s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osUiUaNOo2s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/7649281-115488838427871164?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/115488838427871164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=115488838427871164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/115488838427871164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/115488838427871164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2006/08/humans-yes-humans.html' title='Humans... YES! HUMANS!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-115488825232844623</id><published>2006-08-07T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:22:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/481/1600/bird.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2176/481/320/bird.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here to read my grow-cob-web-dust-rust-long forgotten blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise I have learn so many things all this years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's refreshing to read them again. Those milestones in my life, lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;Bring back alot of thoughts and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I'll be blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So free now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-115488825232844623?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/115488825232844623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=115488825232844623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/115488825232844623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/115488825232844623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-111755134234593719</id><published>2005-05-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:56:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Imagination can give u something to fear or something to hope for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;it can transport u to different world or transform the one you're in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-111755134234593719?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/111755134234593719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=111755134234593719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/111755134234593719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/111755134234593719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-dose-of-thought.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-111104000077285307</id><published>2005-03-17T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:13:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonizing Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just something to share with my christian fellows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Prayer Starter - 30 - Agonizing Prayer by Bob Hill&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As Paul closed his letter to the Romans he asked for their prayers. "Now I urge you, brethren, by our Lord Jesus Christ and by the love of the Spirit, to strive together with me in your prayers to God for me, that I may be rescued from those who are diso&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;ient in Judea, and that my service for Jerusalem may prove acceptable to the saints; so that I may come to you in joy by the will of God and find refreshing rest in your company. Now the God of peace be with you all. Amen." Rom 15:30-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Strive together with me" is the translation of the compound word sunagonizomai. It has the prefix sun which means with or together and agonizomai which means to enter a contest: contend in the gymnastic &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;, to contend with adversaries, to fight, to contend, struggle, with difficulties and dangers, to endeavor with strenuous zeal, strive: to obtain something. We get our English word "agonize" from this Greek word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paul is asking the Roman Christians to join with him in agonizing prayer as He goes to Jerusalem. Paul must have had some idea of the possible problems facing him. agonizomai with out the prefix occurs seven times in the New Testament; lets look at how this word is used and how we might learn how to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luk 13:24 "Strive to enter through the narrow door; for many, I tell you, will seek to enter and will not be able." Jesus preached a different Gospel than what is commonly preached today. Today it is an easy gospel, "come down forward and make a decision." The socially acceptable gospel is "God has a wonderful plan for your life that is free from pain and heartache." But Jesus says for us to strive or agonize to enter a narrow door, and many will not be able to enter. There is a kind of praying that can only be realized by great struggle. We are to continue in our Christian life, especially in prayer, with the same fervor and zeal with which we came to know our Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;John 18:36 "Jesus answered, `My kingdom is not of this world. If My kingdom were of this world, then My servants would be fighting so that I would not be handed over to the Jews; but as it is, My kingdom is not of this realm.'" Our word here is translated "fighting." Our praying is to agonize and contend, even fight, as we would strive for the safety of a friend of family. We should pray unselfishly and heroically for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 Cor 9:25-27 "Everyone who competes in the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. Therefore I run in such a way, as not without aim; I box in such a way, as not beating the air; but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified." Our word is here translated "competes in the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt;." An athlete in training is very focused and committed to his training and uses self-control in all things. Here we see that prayer is something worthy of this degree of dedication. We are to agonize in prayer as the athlete does in his competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Col 1:28,29 "We proclaim Him, admonishing every man and teaching every man with all wisdom, so that we may present every man complete in Christ. For this purpose also I labor, striving according to His power, which mightily works within me." Paul's experience of the power of God working in him resulted in a striving or agonizing to proclaim the glory of Jesus. There is a similar experience in agonizing prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Col 4:12 "Epaphras, who is one of your number, a bondslave of Jesus Christ, sends you his greetings, always laboring earnestly (agonizing) for you in his prayers, that you may stand perfect and fully assured in all the will of God." This is agonizing intercessory prayer. Most Christians never get past the "now I lay me down to sleep" prayers, except when there is a crisis, like a sick child or terminal illness, facing us. We pray for our parents, children or friends, but to agonize in intercessory prayer for kingdom issues, well, that is another level of prayer that is seldom realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 Tim 6:12 "Fight the good fight of faith; take hold of the eternal life to which you were called, and you made the good confession in the presence of many witnesses." This could be translated " agonize the good agony of faith." We are to strive and agonize as the good soldier does in battle. We need to pray as if it were a matter of life and death, because it is. There are souls that need to be plucked from the burning. If we prayed like a soldier fighting, we would see much greater answer to prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 Tim 4:6,7 "For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith;" No doubt that part of Paul's success was agonizing prayer. We will not be considered as successful and having kept the faith, if we do not agonize in prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If what we have discussed here is real prayer, then most of have never really prayed. The best example of this kind of praying is our Lord the night before His death. In Luke 22:44 another form of our word occurs "And being in agony He was praying very fervently; and His sweat became like drops of blood, falling down upon the ground." Here it is agonia, which is the noun meaning a struggle for victory, wrestling, of severe mental struggles and emotions, agony, anguish. When our Lord saw the contents of the cup from which he had to drink He experienced great agony in soul. Sometimes we have to pray as He did, in great agony as we experience the will of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"… The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much." Jam 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-111104000077285307?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/111104000077285307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=111104000077285307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/111104000077285307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/111104000077285307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2005/03/agonizing-prayer.html' title='Agonizing Prayer'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-110827767826625382</id><published>2005-02-13T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:55:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that queer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOES BEING FRUSTRATED MEANS LOW IN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIRITUAL LIFE ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-110827767826625382?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/110827767826625382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=110827767826625382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/110827767826625382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/110827767826625382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2005/02/things-that-queer.html' title='Things that queer'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109781993055373156</id><published>2005-02-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:00:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Progressive,  Liberal,  jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May be it's time to reflect upon this issue seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But there were also false prophets in Israel, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will cleverly teach their destructive heresies about God and even turn against their Master who bought them. Theirs will be a swift and terrible end."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the Bible 2Peter 2:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;T. Faulkner - 2/2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Jesus that has now been accepted within the mainstream churches is a progressive Jesus. One who changes, and is guided by the beliefs of the liberal churches. A Jesus who is not only guided by these but moves with the thoughts and beliefs of the congregation. A Jesus who changes and receives the lifestyles of the congregation without question, or conviction so as not to offend the congregation within these churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where the minister is careful in their preaching so as not to offend their congregation, and preach a liberal sermon. Only to say that no matter who you are and no matter what your lifestyle is, receive Jesus as saviour, and by this you are saved and will be in his kingdom. Not having to change how you live, for this Jesus loves you and has progressed with you in your way of life, no matter where you stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The problem that arises from this is - this Jesus does not exist, and receiving this Jesus will not save you from your sins, and you will not be accepted within his kingdom. Because this Jesus does not have a kingdom to go to, for he is not the Jesus of the Bible. He is a false Christ, and is more in line of the anti-Christ. A Christ who does not convict you of your sins and ignores the Word of God, for pleasure sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Jesus of the Bible does not change, for He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and for ever.” (Hebrews 13:8 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Jesus of the Bible is not progressive and does not change. He is the only thing in this world and in His kingdom, that is consistent. He is the Word of God (John 1:1) in the flesh (John 1:14), and He must follow the Word of God and cannot go against it. He also tells us to follow His commandments, and to live as He would want us to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He came to fulfill the Word of God (Mark 14:49; Luke 4:21), having also to fulfill all righteousness (Matthew 3:15). Not to compromise God’s Word for the sake of one’s pleasure, or sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus does love the sinner, but hates sin, and when one truly receives Jesus as their Saviour, they are to repent of their sins and turn away from them. Not to continue in sin, as He Himself told the adulteress to sin no more.&lt;br /&gt;For the Word of God is very specific to the sins in man’s life and that we are to repent from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If a minister, pastor, priest, elder, or reverend tells you to receive Jesus, but does not convict you of your sins (1 Corinthians 6:9 - 10), they are lying to you (Proverbs 10:2, Jeremiah 7:8) and have deceived (Colossians 2:4,8) you into believing in a false Jesus who has no power to save you from damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are the same religious people that Jesus had the most trouble with, during His walk here on earth. Those who would compromise on God’s Word for their own gain (Jude 4). Hypocrites who preach one way, but live differently without reservation of the results of their actions - condemning those who believe in their words, and not God’s Word, to eternal damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These pastors, ministers, etc., who preach a liberal loving gospel obviously don’t believe in the Bible that they use, and they definitely don’t belong behind the pulpits. They’re nothing more than wolves in sheep clothing, devouring anyone who will hear them (Matthew 7:15), for justifying their sins and yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chances are that these so-called pastors, in their so-called churches, use a paraphrased, water downed, so-called bible. One could say that these are the ones that contain God’s Word but do not even come close to being the literal Word of God. It’s this type of so-called bibles that water down the conviction of man’s sins. Where a sinner could read it and not be convicted of their sins. Besides the fact that these so-called pastors, etc., do not believe in the so-called bibles that they use - for these will tell you of man’s sins and the need to avoid them for their own sakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adapted from www.biblelife.info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109781993055373156?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109781993055373156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109781993055373156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109781993055373156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109781993055373156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2005/02/progressive-liberal-jesus.html' title='The  Progressive,  Liberal,  jesus...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-110637008716248544</id><published>2005-01-22T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:50:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you practice what you preach ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you should follow my example, just as I follow Christ's"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the BIBLE, 1 Corinthians 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been always wondering, why are some of my friends around me are falling from Christ, fallen from Grace. Our God is a true and living God, and they know that and why they still want to deny the fact. Sometimes, some people just don't like the way christian behaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, action do speak louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, christian preach alot about following Christ examples, be Christ-like. But yet our action tell the other things.There is this song that goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you practice what you preach ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you turn the other cheeks?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Do we really put in practice what we are preaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Oh, it's ok! God will forgive us, after all, we are all not PERFECT! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear christian saying this all time. I believe that is not the right way. It's just excuses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God will forgive us, but what's the point of asking for forgiveness when you don't intend to change at all. Being imperfect is not something you use to cover up. I believe we christian should not talk about how imperfect we are but we should talk about how perfect we are going to be. Perfect in this case, Christ-like, putting what we preach in practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most people turn away from Christ, especially those who were once christian is because of our actions. They can't see the act in us, they can't see the life in us, they simply just can't sense Christ in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to share BIBLE, God's Word is not asking that person to sit down with you and read the verses. It is through your lives, every individual action, speech that show people how true and living our God is. Our lives should reflect the image of Christ not the image of our imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-110637008716248544?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/110637008716248544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=110637008716248544' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/110637008716248544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/110637008716248544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-practice-what-you-preach.html' title='Do you practice 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thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why do men learn to cherish what they love most, only after losing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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It's more dangerous than any weapons and more deadly than any poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109930426170564544?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109930426170564544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109930426170564544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;There are no bad or good tools, it's a matter of how you use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109930392634841596?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109889206861392685</id><published>2004-10-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:47:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISFIT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems so hard to fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems so tough to get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watching other before me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trying to take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but yet getting further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it for my pride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is it my ego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime it is hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;real hard to swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feel like in a maze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got lost on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dead end is all I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where's the exit for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I let go of my pride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should I forsake my ego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All this is draining me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so tired to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a tug-of-war,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;right inside me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to learn my lesson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to get awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to get independ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time to seek correction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIME TO FACE IT ALL,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ALL THIS THAT'S IN ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109889206861392685?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109889206861392685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109889206861392685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109889206861392685'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometime, when you don't want to hurt someone, it's a way of hurting also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109887578909802390?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109887578909802390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger, an ecstasy, cause your heart to lie and tongue to poison, also a catalyst to speed up the process...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109863436153939319?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109863436153939319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109863436153939319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109863436153939319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109863436153939319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/have-dose-of-thought_25.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109854259674206550</id><published>2004-10-23T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:56:47.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter the best medicine... or drug?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE THREE GRAVITATIONAL LAW OF NEWTON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st LAW&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't anyhow sit under the apple tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd LAW&lt;/strong&gt;: The apple drop when it ripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd LAW&lt;/strong&gt;: Eat the apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109854259674206550?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109854259674206550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109854259674206550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109854259674206550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109854259674206550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/laughter-best-medicine-or-drug_23.html' title='Laughter the best medicine... or drug?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109837712962097118</id><published>2004-10-22T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:46:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't remember I wrote this. May be its by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;This is encouraging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shadows cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;And block out my source of light&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Someone tells me to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Willingly, but afraid&lt;br /&gt;What i could feel I could not see&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing else could be said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gripped the Sword in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Shaking, as i slayed&lt;br /&gt;Could have drop it anytime&lt;br /&gt;But for Him, I will prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm your soldier&lt;br /&gt;Fighting by Your side&lt;br /&gt;Even when my arms are down&lt;br /&gt;I'll still stand up and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught me and threw me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm weak, feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Was physically down&lt;br /&gt;But was not destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas faith that kept me going&lt;br /&gt;Twas faith that let me see&lt;br /&gt;Twas faith that helped me believe&lt;br /&gt;What He holds for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i know when the battle is over&lt;br /&gt;I have fought the good fight&lt;br /&gt;The angels of God will hover&lt;br /&gt;And bring me up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I'll see my King&lt;br /&gt;Sitted on His throne&lt;br /&gt;And He'll crown me with Glory&lt;br /&gt;Cos i have answered His call&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109837712962097118?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109837712962097118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109837712962097118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109837712962097118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109837712962097118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-remember-this.html' title='I don&apos;t remember this...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109828634170860974</id><published>2004-10-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T23:38:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter the best medicine... or drug?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;extract from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/10/stunt.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/10/stunt.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="109820943307188094"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WARNING: Unless you want spit in your coffee the next time you visit your expensive coffee outlet, please do not try this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Order your coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2:&lt;/strong&gt; The answer to "How may I address you for your coffee sir?" is DAD. Other suggestions: MOM, NEMO. Think of a 3-5 letter word, something simple &amp; fast for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barista"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to write on the plastic cover of your coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3:&lt;/strong&gt; When your order is ready, if the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barista"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; barista addresses it by its flavour, (eg "One Black Forest without whippped cream!") pretend to be confused/unsure whether is it yours. Better yet, ignore the announcement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Wait for the barista to look for the person who ordered the beverage by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yah, I know its evil. Its an assholic thing to do. But can you seriously tell me you won't enjoy the moment of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=schadenfreude&amp;amp;db=*"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;schadenfreude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; when the guy yells at the top of his lungs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS: I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109828634170860974?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109803156581461705</id><published>2004-10-18T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T00:46:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;The only thing that is permanent is changes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109803156581461705?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109803156581461705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109803156581461705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109803156581461705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109803156581461705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/have-dose-of-thought.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109802936084979392</id><published>2004-10-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T00:35:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO ELSE CAN I HOLD ON TO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I'm a real sinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cunning wolf in a sheep coat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE stare at me but never leave me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I'm so weak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get frustrated and impatience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE just sooth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I'm so joyful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things turns out smoothly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE is the one leading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I seek for new anointing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE is just so real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I sound so good on my beats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE is the key...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when no one is beside me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE is always around me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I really don't understand the situation around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE is wiser than me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when I think I'm so good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HE can do better than me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are times when people can't stand my lame-ness joke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HE is always my audience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are times when money can get me what I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will not trade HIM away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even I sometime still don't understand HIM, still not changing, still not obeying, still sinning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is still there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO ELSE CAN I HOLD ON TO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109802936084979392?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109802936084979392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109802936084979392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109802936084979392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109802936084979392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-else-can-i-hold-on-to.html' title='WHO ELSE CAN I HOLD ON TO...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109793986701494773</id><published>2004-10-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:25:41.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandon area...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found a abandon area in Singapore today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost everywhere especially near HDB block. It use to be a common place where everyone will gather to talk or gossip. Sometimes people will just quene up to just to do those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a very important area to some people who are urgent to look for something or someone. A place where business deal are strike. A place full of good and bad memories and emotions. A place of privacy. A place where human weaknesses are being shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, all this things are not often seen there now. Somehow, the place are being isolate due to time and technology. No quene is seen there now. Not much emotions are shown there now. Not really important to anyone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all due to the invention of handphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that place is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;public-phone booth...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109793986701494773?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109793986701494773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109793986701494773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109793986701494773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109793986701494773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/abandon-area.html' title='Abandon area...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109697644473429151</id><published>2004-10-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:43:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between a designer and those who like to design...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What makes a designer, a &lt;strong&gt;designer&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometime wonder about it, what make us so difference to those who learn to use the same tools/softwares? With the advancement of internet, a lot things are dealing with web. Web is so common now. Even now in secondary schools, teachers are teaching student to use web programs like dream weaver, flash, fire work.Even in polytechnics, students studying IT or computing stuff are learning those web softwares too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, in Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts, studying Multi-Media Design, a designer training-to-be, is learning the same kind of softwares too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, WHAT IS IT THAT SO DIFFERENCE FROM THE REST ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what my lecturer teach us is, we as designers are to be radical, dare to change the logic way of doing and thinking. Knowing where to put more and where to put less in designing something. Be conceptual, not concentrating on just technical part of doing, have a conceptual reason in your own design. Knowing how to present your concept of your design verbally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amateur design often have this week point...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eager to impress, leak of impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my lecturer, there are only three kind of design...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1st kind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Design that carry meaning, reason and concept. A design that carries a message to bring across. Not always impressive but impactful. Always remain in the viewers mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2nd kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very good and impressive, nice looking, good graphics but leak of concept, meaning, no reason beside it looks nice. Very impressive work but don't last long in peoples mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3rd kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Design for the sake of design, don't bother about impressive or not, not even impactful. By chance that it's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... I want to be the 1st kind, i'm working towards it. My way of design is like this, I don't wana do something beautiful but something meaningful. If it must be beautiful, there must be a reason.I don't want people to question my design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the most important thing is, a designer must accept others critics and comments. Be humble to learn from them no matter if its good or bad. Critics and designer goes side by side. Design that can't accept critics are just mind-less vandalising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next time when you see my design, don't tell me "it's not bad", "nice" if u don't mean it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Give me critics instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109697644473429151?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109697644473429151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109697644473429151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109697644473429151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109697644473429151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/difference-between-designer-and-those.html' title='Difference between a designer and those who like to design...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109773371804875802</id><published>2004-10-14T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T14:54:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical national citizen...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was chatting online with my cousin from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the conversation, my cousin was typing in malay. Thinking that I live in Singapore, I susppose to understand malay as malay is my country national language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... You can imagine, how national I am as a typical national citizen of singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National? what is the national of Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Singapore history, the first one who step on the land of Singapore was a prince of Sumatra. Many years later, Raffles step in. Then more years later again we was once part of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this question the fact about what really our national is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English? Malay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goverment focus so much of english now. Well... english our national language? May be, since we were founded by them. Well... how about malay? Since it was a prince from Sumatra who landed here and we were part of Malaysia before, malay should be our national language. And now our goverment is pushing chinese language since they said we are chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... what is our national?&lt;br /&gt;we seems to have a identity crisis here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... in the end it's up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore! Three Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109773371804875802?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109773371804875802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109773371804875802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109773371804875802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109773371804875802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/typical-national-citizen.html' title='A typical national citizen...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109768442618404355</id><published>2004-10-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:27:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Transportation... (a short film)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong ... Next train going to Outram Park... Door closing, (tututututu) please keep clear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I aboarded the MRT train, not knowing where I'm going, looking at the MRT lines map, it seems so... messy, can't decide where to move on to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why I boarded this train? I don't know why. I saw people coming and going in and out of the train, so I follow. Most of them did the same thing, some did not follow what others do, some just sit and wait for the next train..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The train was almost empty, only a few sitting around. I sat down..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm confused, letting this train decide my destiny? Or shall I decide it for myself? I'm confused."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"My bag is heavy, it's full of what others said of me, all the praises I have due to my grades. But all those praises are not that nice after all, my stress are adding on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My hands are tired, carrying a few books. One of them is a BIG book call "What does my parent want me to do went I grow up?" It's heavy, it's been with me since I was born. Force to memories them by heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Another book is, "I must be like my parents : Scholar". This is a real hard book to read. Frankly, I don't like this book at all..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"All this while, those books had told me how to go through my life, I had never go against what those books tells me to do. Because without those, I don't know what to do..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Now, here I am, sitting at this MRT train, those book can't help me now. I either goes where this train leads me or find a station to alight. The problem is, I don't know which station I should alight, those books did not mention anything about the stations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey, I saw someone sitting somewhere opposite me. He only have one book in his hands called "What I want to do for myself". He is looking at the MRT lines map too, looks like thinking of where to go. I approached him, hope that he can help me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME: "Hi, are you going somewhere? Can you tell me where should I go?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone: "Oh! Hi! I'm not really sure where I'm going. But I bought this ticket to Douby Gaut. It's a interchange station. I'm going there to see where I to want to go. Finding a place that suits what I want to for myself. You wana come along?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME: "Mmmm... I'm not really sure, mine is a concession ticket I can simply go anywhere with it, I even can just sit here and let the train leads me. May be I'll alight with you. No harm trying."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone: "Hey look at yourself, your bag is so heavy, your book is so BIG, why are you carrying all this burden? Put down all this and sit down, take a rest."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I have a shock out of my life. No one had ever tell me to put all this down and have a rest. I did not even think about it, all this are with me all the while, those books did not tell me to put them down and have a rest..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME: "Emmm... It's all right, I'm OK. I'm fine with those stuffs on me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'm lying, I really want to put them down but I just can't do it. I think I need them, I don't know why. I'll feel ashame without them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ding - Dong, next station, Douby Gaut..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone: " Come on! Let's go! We reached!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"He stand up. Walk straight to the door and walk out the train without even think twice. He did not wait for me. I thought he will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"I walk to the open door, stood there, I'm confused, confused between the train and the station. Confused about taking this step. Confused about my destiny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"I hesitated..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ding - Dong, Door closing, please keep clear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"The door closed before me. I'm alone in this train again. I did not take that step, because I don't even know what I'm doing. What if... What could... What shall... Whatever..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"I go to the same spot where I stood just now. The spot where I can take a look at the MRT lines map again. I ran away, ran to the other end of the train, looking around hope to find another someone or an answer to make me feel better. I keep looking and looking..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Back to the same spot again. The MRT lines map. I'm tired after all the looking and searching. Mmmm... What should I do now continue to look at the map or keep looking for the answer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ding - Dong. Next stop, Punggol..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please give comment/s upon my story for my short film. This is the first time I'm doing this, need to learn more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109768442618404355?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109768442618404355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109768442618404355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109768442618404355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109768442618404355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-in-transportation-short-film.html' title='Lost in Transportation... (a short film)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109758634225759412</id><published>2004-10-12T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:07:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A common point where all paths meets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm writing this here for one reason. This written for those who are expecting some post to be post here. What I'm wondering about as I'm typing this is, I wonder who are you, when you are reading this now? Are u my friends? classmates? church friends? or just somebody I don't know. But all this are not important now as you read until here. What matter most is, no matter you are my friends or classmates or church friends or just somebody I don't know, all of you have one thing in common. And that common thing is, all of you are reading this post that I wrote. At least, out of this uncommon world, you all who are reading this found a common point. At least, all of you who are different in shape and sizes, races, background, gender and so on... have this thing in common while reading this post. This is the point where different people cross path each other by just reading this. A common point when all people are made common here as you read on. This post is meant for you who is still reading this. Just for you in this common area, a place to be common... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109758634225759412?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109758634225759412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109758634225759412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109758634225759412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109758634225759412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/common-point-where-all-paths-meets.html' title='A common point where all paths meets...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109697733754386225</id><published>2004-10-05T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:55:37.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I call making a difference...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which band u like to jam with?... making a different...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from friendster bullentin board&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rendra Yudhistira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1)Mayhem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2)Iron Maiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3)Immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4)Impiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5)Loudness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6)Sonata Arctica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;idetoshi] :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Redhotchilipeppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ikot):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. pearl jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. the corrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. kahitna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. weezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;butet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. D12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. too phat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. rolling stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. bon jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PATPAT :- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Smiths (sungguh hanya khayalanbelaka...)- Dillinger Escape Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AngGIA :-saves the day. . . waaaaaaah ngarep amat!!!-the cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andin:--ataris--incubus--saves the day--segitu dulu deh..udah lebih daricukup&amp;#8230;,ygmasih "MUNGKIN" u/ kesini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ario:- dashboard confessional- rufio- dropkick murphys- alkaline trio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;YAzid BossTemmy- Casualties- Mighty Mighty Bosstones- Rancid- JET- MUse- The Oppressed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;pke-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BhopNge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Guns N Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. FireHouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Soffett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BayUGITULoH :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Sama kaya BhopNge----&gt;" Guns N Roses"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Papa Roach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Joe Satriani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Rancid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason (in random order)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)Planetshakers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)David Crowder Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)Jars of Clay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)Z3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)Switchfoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) any other non/contemp, christian bands...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;--zaza--1. the verve (mskipun dah bubar, klo cm buatnonton konser reunian mrk jg ga ngapa koq)*ngarep2. stone roses (*ngarep lg)3. pulp (*ngarep lg lg)4. placebo (nah ini ada kmungkinan nie..)5. club 8 (hayo anak2 FASTFORWARD!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;decy:travis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gloria :Nirvana........~bener2 gak mungkiiiiiiinnnnnnn~pires :- the seahorses [RIP]- john squire- suicidal tendencies- pearl jam- puppen [RIP]- the stone roses [RIP]- weezer- blackstar aka. the dolphin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ITO =-- OASIS donks....- Santana- Maroon5- Red Hot Chilli Peppers- Blind Melon- Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;++ WiRaWaahhh semua orang list nya rame, kalo guacumasatu yang pengeeen banget nonton live :- Simply Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;VIRA:- R.E.M- Jamiroquaioyen :-peter gabriel- R.E.M.-petshopboy-suede lagi kalo mereka masih mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aria :- RHCP- Dave Matthews Band- Van Halen- Queen- Guns n Roses- and..................Atomic Kitten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wulAN:JUST ART YOU CAN!!!!!Huahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!Jamiroquai donk! Ama Incubus (biar temen2 guabahagia).. N'SYNC bukan band ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;rina:1. maroon52. weezer3. incubus4. l'arc en ciel5. franz ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ReGoN :- Queen- U2- Maroon 5- The Darkness- Muse- Silverchair (gue tau ni band udah bubar..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;+++norman neh+++- the beattles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;==&gt; Citra &lt;==-Madonna-Phil Collins-Oasis-Simple Plan-Pearl Jam-Collective soul-Incubus-Weezer-Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Dimank]1.Radiohead2.Muse3.Blur4.Metallica5.RHCP6.RATM7.Pulp8.Franz Ferdinand9.The Strokes10.Beatles????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ fatRu ~1.Pokoknya semua Band Melodic dan Emo lah2.Maroon5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~dytha~~~~~:1. Maroon 52. limpbizkit3. linkin parkNcHuZ1. Maroon 52. Blink 1823. Slipknot (???)4. RHCP5. Muse6. Coldplay7. Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;nadya&gt;&gt;absolutely DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ranggafumi:-SEX PISTOLS!!!- RUFIO- TAKING BACK SUNDAY- STORY OF THE YEAR- DC- funeral for a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SisterSaviour:band-ut ancol. biar saya bisa ketawa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ZuuuuuuuL:blink182?sum41 again?rufio?thrice?alot of others dat may nt come true la..:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;zad1)funeral for a friend2)the ataris3)the whole warped tour4)this day &amp; age5)whole lots of emo/screamo/hardcore bands6)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ra-fieex:without a doubt!!! busted!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sofyan1)Dream Theater2)Symphony X3)Racer X4)YJM's band5)Stratovarius6)Tenacious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hasanur1)Helloween2)Hammerfall3)Kotipelto4)Symphony X5)Stratovarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Syah1)Stratovarius2)Children of Bodom3)Nightwish4)Arch Enemy5)Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Najib1.Metallica2. Rage Against The Machine3. Blink 1824. Green Day5. Linkin Park6. Slipknot7. Sum 418. Red Hot Chili Peppers9. Jet10. Foo Fighters11. Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109697733754386225?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109697733754386225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109697733754386225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109697733754386225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109697733754386225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-what-i-call-making-difference.html' title='This is what I call making a difference...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109618576923883106</id><published>2004-09-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T02:27:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who are still struggling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not usual to post lyrics, but I think this song really speaks to me. For this few months I have been trying get away from this major sin in my life, only God and me knows what is it. But time and time again I fell back. I know I need to change so to serve Him better. I'm trying hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This song speaks about my struggle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worlds Apart by Jars of Clay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my all time favorite song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="lyrid" style="COLOR: rgb(5,5,5)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the only one to blame for this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somehow it all adds up the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soaring on the wings of selfish pride I flew too high and like Icarus I collide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a world I try so hard to leave behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To rid myself of all but love to give and die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To turn away and not become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of a world embracing every heartache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I be the one to sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To need you - I am on my knees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To need you - broken on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All said and done I stand alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amongst remains of a life I should not own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It takes all I am to believe In the mercy that covers me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you really have to die for me? All I am for all you are Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Additional lyrics:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;forgetting what my life has cost and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wipe away the crimson stains and dull the nails that still remain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More and more I need you now, I owe you more each passing hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the battle between grace and pride I gave up not so long ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain and wash the feet and cleanse my pride take the selfish, take the weak, and all the things I cannot hide take the beauty, take my tears the sin-soaked heart and make it yours take my world all apart take it now, take it now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and serve the ones that I despise speak the words I can't deny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watch the world I used to love fall to dust and thrown away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross forgetting what my life has cost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so wipe away the crimson stains and dull the nails that still remain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so steal my heart and take the pain take the selfish, take the weak and all the things I cannot hide take the beauty, take my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take my world apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take my world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I pray, I pray, I pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;take my world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let this be a prayer in your heart... for those who are still struggling...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109618576923883106?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109592775749484871</id><published>2004-09-23T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:23:49.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Fire can kill and fire can save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;So is fire bad or good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109592775749484871?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109592775749484871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109592775749484871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109592775749484871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109592775749484871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-dose-of-thought_23.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109567154068356261</id><published>2004-09-20T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T21:55:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short note from a friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflect On it AMERICANS !!!!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Najib&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minute of silence For Everyone ? If you are still shaken by the horrifying scenes of September 11, please observea moment of silence for the 5,000 civilian lives lost in the New York,Washington, DC and Pennsylvania attacks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While we're at it, let's have 13 minutes of silence for the 130,000 Iraqi civilians killed in 1991 by order of President Bush Sr. Take another moment to remember how Americans celebrated and cheered in the streets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now another 20 minutes of silence for the 200,000 Iranians killed by Iraqi soldiers using weapons and money provided to young Saddam Hussein by the American government before the great eagle turned all its power against Iraq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another 15 minutes of silence for the Russians and 150,000 Afghan civilians killed by troops supported and trained by the CIA. Plus 10 minutes of silence for 100,000 Japanese killed in Hiroshima and Nagasakiby the Atomic bombs dropped by the USA.We've just kept quiet for one hour : one minute for  the Americans killed in NY,DC, and Pennsylvania, 59 minutes for their victims through out the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are still in awe, let's have another hour of silence for all those killed in Vietnam, which is not something Americans like to admit.Or for the massacre in Panama in 1989, where American troops attacked poor villagers, leaving 20,000 Panamanians homeless and thousands more dead.Or for the millions of children who have died because of the USA embar goes on Iraq and Cuba.Or the hundreds of thousands brutally murdered throughout the world by USA-sponsored civil wars and coups d'etat(Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, Bolivia,Guatemala, El Salvador to name a few).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, and although the memory of Americans claims otherwise, someone may remember the USA attack on Bagdad where 18,000 civilians were killed. Did someone see it on CNN? Was justice ever served? Or was there even any retaliation?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We hope that Americans finally begin to understand their vulnerability and the cowardly attacks and other tragedies that they have caused around the world.The dead in other places hurt as much as the dead of the Towers, even more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let's talk about terrorism, shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wassalaam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109567154068356261?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109567154068356261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109567154068356261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109567154068356261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109567154068356261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/short-note-from-friend.html' title='A short note from a friend...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109560418968096394</id><published>2004-09-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:56:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my root, I'll never forsake that no matter where I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my golden era now serving in Z3. Get to play for SNL (Sat Nite Live) almost everyweek may be because not enough drummer to play. I'm glad that I can serve Him almost everyweek. Yesterday, I need to leave half way through the service, so I can't play for the closing of service. And, there was not really a drummer that can take over from me, I feel take I'm really needed in Z3 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, this will not last long, no party in this world will never end. I only have two years to serve in Z3 before the new group takes over. I'm not going to stop there, I'll move on, move on to where my heartbeat is. I have a clear vision of where I want to go after that, my heart is always for evangelism, mission, to touch people lives through worship. And that will be my second time moving on, in serving Him, the first was from PKC live band to Z3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll most likely want to go to BIBLE school, not because I want to be a Pastor but because I want to understand His word more deeply than others do. It will benefit me when I do evangelism next time. I'm always amaze by how the Pastor can almost remember everything in the Bible. I'm amaze by how they can apply biblical examples into any situations. I'm amaze by how they root their life deeply to the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, no matter how many times I move on, how far I move on to or where I'm serving. I'll never leave PKC (Power Kids Church). I'll still be around helping them, no matter what tasks and how small it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power Kids Church is my root!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll never forsake that no matter where I go. I grow up there, the starting point of my christian walk with Him. The place where I learn how to serve Him. As long as Grace, Clement, Japheth all this people are still there in PKC, I'll never leave. I see them grow up from young naughty children to now serving in PKC, especially Grace, we have gone through a lot of things in PKC, I'm almost like a big brother to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter where He put me in His work, I will always remember PKC and I'll be proud of it for I grow up there and I'll always belongs there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109560418968096394?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109560418968096394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109560418968096394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109560418968096394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109560418968096394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-my-root-ill-never-forsake-that-no.html' title='It&apos;s my root, I&apos;ll never forsake that no matter where I am...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109524831486221787</id><published>2004-09-15T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:39:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;If love demands proof, there is no trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;When there is no trust, there is no love at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109524831486221787?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109524831486221787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109524831486221787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109524831486221787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109524831486221787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-dose-of-thought_15.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109515593519697042</id><published>2004-09-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:58:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A school ironic system...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, my school has introduce this computer lab booking system. It is for those who needs to use the computer in school to book them online. Just log in into the NAFA website and book any computer needed. It's good to help those who don't have computer or don't have the right systems to do their work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, somehow... IT'S VERY IRONIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine this, if I have no computer, how can I go online to book for a computer to use in school. If I can find a computer to go online to book the computer in school to use, then why will I want to book the computer in school when I can use that computer to do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S SO IRONIC...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109515593519697042?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109515593519697042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109515593519697042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109515593519697042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109515593519697042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/school-ironic-system.html' title='A school ironic system...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109506583050066497</id><published>2004-09-13T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:57:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another inspiring true story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another inspiring true story...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. "Madam, what is the matter," the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat." "Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. "Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the Captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She turned to the black guy, and said, "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class." At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play fair... Black, white, yellow, we are all the same...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All share the same Creator, God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109506583050066497?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109506583050066497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109506583050066497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109506583050066497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109506583050066497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-inspiring-true-story.html' title='Another inspiring true story...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109488305565333318</id><published>2004-09-11T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:05:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The true meaning of "LIGHT"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday, my classmate present her artwork to our class. Her artwork is about lights, different people luminate different amount of light. To her people who are more famous and more popular means luminate more lights, those not so popular or famous have no light, something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I TOTALLY DISAGREED WITH BOTH MY HANDS AND LEGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She surely don't understand the funtion of "light" or a bulb. "Light" is a source that shine to the darkness, light up a place. Like a bulb, when we switch it on, lights spread out from the bulb to every corner of a place, it's giving away energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for my friend artwork, her understanding about "light" is about human ego, selfishness. Those people who are more famous than other, there are just ego wanting people to know them, they just want to receive attentions. Her understanding of light contradict the true meaning of light, which is about giving not receiving. To me, her artwork is a total fail, she fail to find out and show the true meaning of "light".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are people who are really bearing the torch, shining lights. It's out there everywhere. Some are famous some are under-dogs, surely their amount of lights got nothing to do with their own ego and fame. Neither they want any attention for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are shining bright only for one purpose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To bring light to those who are still wandering in the darkness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To bring Christ into their hearts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109488305565333318?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109488305565333318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109488305565333318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109488305565333318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109488305565333318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/true-meaning-of-light.html' title='The true meaning of &quot;LIGHT&quot;...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109488313649194267</id><published>2004-09-10T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:17:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Pride, is like a double-edge sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109488313649194267?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109488313649194267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109488313649194267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109488313649194267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109488313649194267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-dose-of-thought_10.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109445070339102509</id><published>2004-09-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T14:06:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;You either go left or right. You can't go both way at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109445070339102509?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109445070339102509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109445070339102509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109445070339102509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109445070339102509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/have-dose-of-thought.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109439592459373100</id><published>2004-09-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:59:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This experiences contributes to something... Something great is going to happen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Has been staying back in school for so many weeks, just to practice the two songs for performance. Me, playing tuba in my school symphonic band, don't really know what I'm into, just want to have fun, excited about going on stage for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The moment had come, I'm waiting nervously at the back stage of Victoria Concert Hall. My hand grow cold, shaking, never know how it is like doing it for the first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For that few years, I have a numbers of performances with my school symphonic band, for national day, school speech day, school concerts... That was a really good experience for me. Those experience contributes to something, which I had no idea what is that at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, I start to pick up drums in church. Actually want to learn than in my school symphonic band but was not selected. I remember a class was conducted for those who wanted to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first time sitting on the drum was not strange to me, I feel very comfortable in the senses that it seems like so familiar to me. May be because I always see drums in my school symphonic band, seeing my good friend play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I think I'm a fast learner, just took me one week to get that 4/4 beat in my heart, playing that smoothly and able to row at the same time. The lesson last for one month, nothing was up after that, I was not satisfy because the things that I learn are not fully practice, put to use. So, really want to play for someone or some band desperately, with only the basic 2/4 and 4/4 beat skills, I approach the kids ministry in my church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They got a performance coming up for new year celebration, it's really a good chance for me to use my drum skills that I learn, fully. I practice hard for it, even use keyboard set to drum mode and practice everyday at home. Met up with the guitarist and keyboardist in kids ministry everyweek to practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The second moment of my life had come, playing drums for a performance in church, was nervous too, but not as nervous as the first time in Victoria Concert Hall, may be those experience in symphonic band helped in someways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'T WAS VERY BAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first time playing drums for a church performance was very, very bad, I keep going out of time, can't keep it properly, can't really heard what the others are singing and playing. Did not know that the drum was so loud it covered the whole band. I felt ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, one year later, I approached a worship leader, wanting to play for our church youth camp. I want more, just want to gain more experience in playing drums. He is fine it and I'm happy that I'm in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Third moment in my life, playing drums for a worship service, last for about 45 minutes, and that 45 minutes was the most stress and nervous time in my whole life. Was not really good also, did not really play the song very well, but I did not give up, I promise myself that I must volunteer myself to play drums for youth camp every year. Those experience was good, it contribute to something which I do not know what was that at that time. This carry on for a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, I'm thinking of forming a band, I brought this up to the kid's ministry, suggest to have a official band in kid's ministry. I got the people, people to play and guide us, the band was push forward, things work out well, lives changed, it grows through out the years. Those experience was really good I learn to play properly as a band, and it also contribute to something, which I don't know what is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After playing for sometime in the kid's ministry band, I decided to move on to something more, I need to learn more, to gain more experience in playing drums. I decided to join the youth band in our church hope to get something out of it. I was called to be in this band to play for the youth camp, which was a testing ground for us to join the youth band. We did well for that camp, at least we all make it into the youth band in our church. Been playing in this youth band for sometime, still remember I was ask to sit and listen to them before I can actually sat on the drum and play. Those experience really benefits me, getting me ready for something I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, the fourth moment of my life, a tug-of-war between pride and Christ. Playing before eight hundred plus people, if my attitude is not right, things will not be right on stage. I was not nervous at all when I'm on stage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as compare to those time in my school symphonic band or first time on drums before my own church. Those experiences really comes in handy at that moment. I realize those experiences was made for that moment yesterday, sitting up there showing how God works through me with my hands, thanking Him for this talent of drumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finished, it was great, better than any playing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came down, telling myself this thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M IN FOR GREATER THINGS TO HAPPEN IN MY LIFE WITH THIS SMALL TALENT I HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lives are going to be change as I use this hands I have on the drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THIS WORLD I'M GONA SHAKE WITH THOSE BEATS OF MY DRUMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;JUST FOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HIM ALONE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109439592459373100?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109439592459373100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109439592459373100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109439592459373100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109439592459373100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-experiences-contributes-to.html' title='This experiences contributes to something... Something great is going to happen...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109405928151615559</id><published>2004-09-02T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:31:28.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The strength that is perfact in all weaknesses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Each time He said, "My grace is all you need. My strength is perfact in your weakness." So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may work through me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the BIBLE 2Corinthians 12:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T-Rex use to rule the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lion, the king of all animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shark, rules the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheetah, the fastest four-legged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All of them have one common factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All of them have weakness, things that they can't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No matter how strong and big a T-Rex is, he only can look up the sky and wonder what is up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No matter how good a lion can hunt, he can't catch the swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No matter how sharp a shark is, if you don't swim in the sea, he can't get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No matter how fast the cheetah can run, he only can run for a short distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We, Man, also have weakness. But, we are different from those animals. Our weakness can be cover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HE, who is great, covers all weakness. So that we may believe in HIM, and other people shall said that HE is a true and living God. For HE work through my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109405928151615559?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109405928151615559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109405928151615559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109405928151615559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109405928151615559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/strength-that-is-perfact-in-all.html' title='The strength that is perfact in all weaknesses...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109230633204877716</id><published>2004-09-01T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T00:52:40.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke from the jossticks (15 more days to go...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="109215973234348645"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoke from the jossticks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" href="http://www.blogger.com/app/post.pyra?blogID=7187030&amp;postID=109215973234348645&amp;amp;quickEdit=true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by comrade commissar PerPlExED @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday, August 11, 2004,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11:36:12AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/08/smoke-from-jossticks.html"&gt;http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/08/smoke-from-jossticks.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a Tuesday morning, I walked along the walkways of shophouses in central Toa Payoh.A "Mei Zhen Xiang" employee appears from his shop, &amp; walked to a pillar along the corridor. A mini altar dedicated to a Taoist deity was hung there. The man reached out, took out a lighter &amp;amp; jossticks, &amp; solemnly offered this to the gods.Amidst the human traffic along the heavily used walkway he stood still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For a precious few minutes, his work was put aside. For those minutes, this dignified employed man's actions revealed a little of his inner insecurities. What did he think of? Friends? Work? Health? His future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After he was done, he returned to attend to the shop. The smoke from the incense dissipate &amp;amp; disappear. The glow eat away at the limited fuel. The activity at the altar eventually dies down to stillness again.The questions left unanswered are pacified for the moment. Tomorrow, he will return to stand among men &amp; before idols, with new worries &amp;amp; real burdens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Recently, this month, the PSI unit must be quite high and everywhere are very dirty. Papers been burn, ashes flying everywhere, smoke rising from the ground, smelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HEAVY AIR POLUTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But, they are still doing it. Still have 15days to go, 15days of unsecure unless they burn some paper, 15days of fear unless they burn some sticks, 15days of worries for the safetly of their children unless they put the meat to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 more days of unnesscersary actions to feel safe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's the point of doing all this? It just reflect that they are small and weak. Mouth proclaim that their gods save men from disasters, but now they are offering sacrifice to the "ghost" so to make sure the "ghost" don't bully them. That's so ironic, if their god can save madkind from disasters why their god can't protect them from those "ghost".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do all this again and again just to fufil their basic human nature, having the sence of security and peace. And it must be renew everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS A BETTER WAY TO FIND PEACE AND SECURE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least when you get it, you would need to renew everyday, it's for a life time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open your heart to let HIM comes in...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109230633204877716?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109230633204877716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109230633204877716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109230633204877716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109230633204877716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/09/smoke-from-jossticks-15-more-days-to.html' title='Smoke from the jossticks (15 more days to go...)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109395856484319900</id><published>2004-08-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:22:44.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't wish for miracles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109395856484319900?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109395856484319900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109395856484319900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395856484319900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395856484319900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-dose-of-thought_109395856484319900.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109395749036587858</id><published>2004-08-31T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:04:50.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Impossible is not a declaration. It's an ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on post "Impossible" by annabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://in_ur_hands.blogspot.com/2004/08/impossible.html"&gt;http://in_ur_hands.blogspot.com/2004/08/impossible.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109395749036587858?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109395749036587858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109395749036587858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395749036587858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395749036587858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-dose-of-thought_31.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109395277402472043</id><published>2004-08-31T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:46:14.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien of this world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You are the light of the world--like a city on a mountain, glowing in the night for all to see. Don't hide your light under a basket! Instead, put it on a stand and let it shine for all. In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father." Taken from the BIBLE Matthew 5:14-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I found out that another of my lecturer is a christian too. This make two, two of my lecturer are christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of us come from different background, different interest, different likings. Yet we all are shining our little light in our own different areas, no matter light or dim, we are all different, different from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alien of this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109395277402472043?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109395277402472043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109395277402472043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395277402472043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395277402472043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/alien-of-this-world.html' title='Alien of this world...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109395042802843309</id><published>2004-08-31T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:11:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hws sch? long time nvr mit u liao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fcukin busy lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ongka ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of project to hand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hw mani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows ur scanner? good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool... gd enuf 4 me to use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week mon to fri all diff subject deadline u say lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wat model u buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cannon ex 3000 loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;same same how much u buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;149 he charge me 135&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cheaper than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;holiday wan go gathering nt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no prob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wan to watch terminal? the tom hanks one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like cool movie no prob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u kno nxt wk our sch got gig leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;k lets go watch durin holiday btw thur meet u for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;band performance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is it by who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dun kno by who u can go website check... they wil be performing at the open area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;confrim is a band from our sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its next tues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ongka ali says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;kk we talk on thur got stuff to do liao see u around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A short talk with a good friend, use to be in the same class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refreshing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109395042802843309?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109395042802843309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109395042802843309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395042802843309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109395042802843309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/refreshing.html' title='Refreshing...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109402461394150874</id><published>2004-08-31T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:43:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short story of alonely guy part 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a short story of alonely guy part 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I got her reply, she read it! She read how I feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not a good new, hope is dim, don't know what's ahead of me and her. Her reply seems like she does not suit me. Somebody else is better than her, why must be her that I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, something are unchangeable, it's just like if a child like to play lego no matter how people use other toys to attract him, in the end he will still go back to his favorite. Feelings just develops over time, you can't really control how much you want to feel because men are made to have emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now my feelings are towards her, I can't change that unless I'm not gona see her for the next 5 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, from what I understand, there is never such things about who is best for who. God don't intend that to happened. God surely know who He match me with, but it's never the best for if it's the best, than to God best must be perfect. I believe, God put two person together so they can learn from one another for His word saids as iron sharpen iron, men sharpen men. Two person being together is a process to learn to be like Him, learn for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If God intend who is best for who, than, if someone get married and the wife or husband pass away first. And the person remarried, that means that the person is taking away the best of another person from him or her, and then it will go on and on, in the end it will contradict to what God had intend about who is best for who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe God works this way, honor Him first before your relationship between you and a gal or a guy, God will bless that relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, talk about my situation now, the best thing to do is still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And again, this is just a short story...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109402461394150874?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109402461394150874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109402461394150874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109402461394150874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109402461394150874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/short-story-of-alonely-guy-part-2.html' title='Short story of alonely guy part 2...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109376098714407555</id><published>2004-08-30T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:12:56.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short story of alonely guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a short story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"These are my thoughts written down on paper, It's my only savior, From not saying what I want to say,These are the thoughts that are on my mind, Moments that haven't yet been defined, And I don't know if you could ever understand,These are the things I can't say when were alone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;New Found Glory - Truth of my youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" What! She is holding hands with him! I don't even know that they are together! What's going on? I must ask her about it. I have not express to her about my feelings yet, and now she is holding somebody's hands." This thought spins in my mind. I went home, take out my handphone and message her to find out what's going on. I wait... waiting for her to reply... I'm so nervous and worried about her answer, prepare to get disappointed... I hold on tight to my handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly, it's 12am, I look at the clock, it was blurred. I realize, it was just a dream, a dream of someone I like went away with someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw this card, I read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hello j****... : )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, how? gettin along betta n betta wit *******? I hope so... : ) !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know her for about 2 years, she caught my eyes when the first time I saw her. Friendly, cheerful, cute, I like the way she smile. We talk a lot when we first met, seems like old friends. I got a very good impression of her. Did not saw her much since then. Until one time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend wanted to form a band. He ask me to be the drummer. Cool... Get to play in a band, wondering who will be my team mates. Heard she plays too, wondering will we be in the same band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, she is there sitting at a corner, with my friend and a few who are approach by my friend about this band. Cool, we get to be in the same band. I'm glad, at least we get to work together, I can get to know her more. My friend introduced everyone to everyone. I told my friend, I know her, we met before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since then, we have been playing as a band for about 1 years. I did knew more about her, the way she thinks, her interest. I realize I like her, she is my kind of girl, I want to get together with her, I prayed to God and I waited, it really trained my patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I admit, I'm very unfocused, always looking around at girls, trying to know more girls. But, she is special, I mean it, she is very different from those girls I know. She is independent, know what she wants in her life and will go for it. Small, but with big vision. This is something I admire her for. Never give up to odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still likes her, my feeling never change, it's growing more and more. But, I still don't dare to express my feelings to her, scared to be disappointed, it's good to stay as friend, but I want more than that. So, the only thing that I can do is wait, wait for sign, mood, place, time... I don't know. What I can do is just wait, by faith, my God will do something. Hope she somehow will read this short story and know how I feels."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a short story of alonely guy...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I mean it, its just a short story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109376098714407555?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109376098714407555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109376098714407555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109376098714407555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109376098714407555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/short-story-of-alonely-guy.html' title='A short story of alonely guy.'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109379111068276118</id><published>2004-08-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T22:57:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on "beyond" post by andrew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slayeo.blogspot.com"&gt;http://slayeo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109379111068276118?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109379111068276118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109379111068276118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109379111068276118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109379111068276118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-dose-of-thought_29.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109366674834909730</id><published>2004-08-28T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T12:22:15.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;There is a blur thin line between truth and lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109366674834909730?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109366674834909730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109366674834909730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109366674834909730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109366674834909730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-dose-of-thought_28.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109380149350545735</id><published>2004-08-27T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:50:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A debate over "MSN" - KENNY vs JASON </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic: Does words carry meanings by itself or the meanings of words are interparate by the experience &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of the reader? (Sorry for this long post, take your time and read) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peng leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i suddenly think of it n ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cannot one meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my cellmate tell me she play keyboard too long the finger suan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i thinking if i play praise song too long my hand start to suan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so i wan to ask abt drum aso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cannot meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dont think so much la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i jus askin oni mah y u tink so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words are strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;isit? hw much kg than?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its in literal meaning, therefore no quantitative value is needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icic... so if u are sick? i cant ask u wats wrong wit u lah? rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in context, when someone asks a question out of curiosity, saying what's wrong with you, can mean what's the problem with you which is rather prickling to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how should i ask if the person really got some problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its so simple, why do you have to take it as, there can be a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like if i ask you, have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so its a problem? its simple as asking if you have taken a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okok so tat means if i see tat u not feeling wel and ask "wats wrong wit u?" is it appoparate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;err.. for my opinion.. i dont recommend the usage of 'what's wrong'..seriously la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because..you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;what if i say.."how are you feeling now ? are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its much nicer i guess.while what's wrong with you.is usually the person become unusual, not his usual self.. or even in an argument you may use to..wad's wrong with u ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icic... so that mean in the end its how u take tat word not how i use it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of course to a high degree its how the person take the word.. however you wont be at fault at all if you use the designated words mah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like..if u tell someone, you're so handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then the person hate the word handsome.take it as u humiliate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then is the problem of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u no sch tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;icic... but wat if i hav been using "wat's wrong with u?" to alot of person and they are ok wit but u take it as a not nice way does it mean tat u are like the person who take handsome as humiliatetion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i got sch 2moro but i jus wana prove a point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay. since you want to go into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if you are asking me, 'what's wrong with you' using your voice which i can hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear what tone you are using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) concerned tone b) sarcastic tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however. in text . its reading the words to interpret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i type are jus words... its u how u take it jus like wat u are saying nw... unless i said it to u verbally in a some tone than u can said im sarcastic or concern but nw its u read it, u take it what your experience tell u about "what's wrong with u" means. But to my experience in typing or read other's people type "what's wrong with u" is nothing wrong to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my experience sad to say, partly is also beacuse of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there has been times you used words that are not so comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which i even thought you became a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked you for something.yet you were like.i forgot.but not nice at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i msg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;what u wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dont tell me by experience that's being nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya i do tat to alot of person when type cos short no nid to type so mani words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but oni u said i so fierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thats the way you built a culture with ur friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;they know u this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i ask u ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if u ask pple something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pple reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"har?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;too big different feeling wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wat if those fren most of them are church frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;church friends..yea.i meant it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nono i mean i do tat to most church frens... frankly i dun hav much outside fren in my msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okok.i can conclude easily la..if i always with my cellmate..the way i speak is.'wad the hell?" n they know mi better.they know i just mean "har?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but if u msg mi, i go sae, "what the hell u wan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dont tell mi u feel gd leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its different leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u maybe feel nothing.but u will like.how come i speak lidat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;seriouly, i'm ok.... cos i'm like tat oso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me its not ok la.its kinda crude to me already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anyway..u go n sleep la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its nothing la...righ.t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok... actuali wat i wana prove is... "Words are empty, it's how the reader interprate it." It's jus like pointing middle finger, in japan it's common to do that cos to them middle finger is nothing. and the victory hand sign to some people its an insult... hand sign this kinda thing its like how people interprate it... reading words are the same... understan it base on yr experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;words are not empty. words can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if words are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your english composition. you dont have to learn vocab. adjectives and phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if words are empty. stories novels wont hold anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a writer cannot be said as a powerful writer if he cant arouse feelings of the reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for example a romance novel. if words and style of writing is poor.deliver any kind of meaning. how can a reader read till he is moved to tears? its the power of words used..the power of the language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standard english: 'is there anything i can help you with?"&lt;br /&gt;in a unhappy tone u say,"what u want huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if u are a customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u buy something.u say,"excuse me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the person goes, 'what u wan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha..the tone of what u wan is definitel not nice.sow hen u use in text writing.. it naturally should have the same meaning as the 'buay song' what u wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"can i take your order?"&lt;br /&gt;"what u wan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okok imagine this... take harry potter for example... its famous pple reads it... but what if i pass a harry potter book in eng to a native in africa... will he be able to understan it? No rite? no matter how famous harry potter is... if he cant understan eng because none of his experience in his life is with eng... the words in the book are empty to him... unless its interprate to his language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which is in his experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i hope its jus a debate for fun nt quarrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that doesnt apply to him at all. i learn english, you learn english. we're in a english evironment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nahnah..not a quarrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;see ar.. if i dont know tamil.i go read..i m learning BASIC tamil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of course i wont understand well.. some casual words i aso du nno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but now..u learn english in sch b4.i learn too. dont tell mi teacher teach u all the words n grammar n stuff different from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i sian diao lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ya so to u the tamil is empty it carry no meaning even its scolding u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because its a language that doesnt apply to me, even you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;english is a language thats should be so basic to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the tamil word to scold mi, i dun undrestand.of cuz i dunno.if i know scolding mi.of cuz i affected.however.im sayin.if the tamil writes in a style that mean something else.but cus i dunno.i use my own way of interpreting.maybe frm english style.then different wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if u english sae, i am going to eat chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but japanese its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chickien rice eat i am going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;style different. so if u give mi japanese stuff of cuz i dont understand that well cos i nv learn in sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we learnt english style before.so the way you write affects strongly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;like i say about the english composition exams we take. if you write "Yes." or "Yes!" .it means different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ya but due to our culture we speak english difference... altho we learn the same eng our experience is diff for example... wen i learn the words happy... i always pronounce wrongly... then always got scolded by my teacher... so due to that experience "happy" to me is not reali a happy word at all cos the word cos be to get scolded a lot of time but to u "happy" can be a difference experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nono..not in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.u use happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so let say ar..u win a competition for ur exam piece ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if i ask how's ur mood.of cuz u will sae u are happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though u haf bad experience with happy before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u dun tell mi u there laughing so excited u use the word "sad"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;another example is england oso got english american oso got english...and singapore use english but y all are eng but sound diff use diff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;well of cus i'll nt use sad but i mite nt use happy... i will prefer glad due to my exp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why not lets say i won a prize.u ask mi how am i feeling about it? i give u first answr, "SHIOK LA..HAPPY SIA". 2nd answer "ya.happy lor." the 2nd ans is like sian sian .isnt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u tink its sian sian because u take it wat yr experience tells you... but to me both mean the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okok. probably your statement of experience stands here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;however..in a composition ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if u jsut write, "i am happy" it shows very very surface.just happy.the meaning is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u write, 'im really excited and extremely happy about it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;den if someone just tell u"yea..im happy lor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then u think its really happy.i think thats nt being a bit sensitive..because all kinds of way to say u all treat as normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;den if i not really happy, but i faked a happy.how are u going to noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;since u everything aso normal happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there must be a difference in the way of typing. and i see that there are words that are meant not so nice you take it as nice liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okok u look at it at a bigger picture... let said from long long time ago in eng, the word "happy" means extremly happy super happy... and the way of using it had pass down until nw... so in composition the writer and maker will take it tat "happy" is really very very happy. so reading "I'm happy" can mean very deeply happy due to the way its been use long long time ago... it became a experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we are learning eng now from the experience of those who inverted it the words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example i invent this word "jason" and i said it means extermly happy... i pass it down people and ask people to teach people that "jason" means extremly happy... 2000 years down the road people wil us "jason" to express extrem happiness... because due to 2000years before i who invert the word "jason" said so, those who i teach experience tat... and that exp is pass down and people wil use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that forever due to that long long time experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok let my do a short conclusion too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;what you say can be possible.however in our country english system.do you think its really practical and happening?from young we start to learn Cambridge British English.and its standard teaching all the way.the way you form sentences..put adjectives and vocabulary to add extra meaings to words. therefore.it is standard.however in the process with your community if you change it. it doesnt change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the universal meaning of it.so if im not in your community.i would expect the standard british english from you. if u use your native language which you have changed. it is not appropriate i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ya rite we are typing n speaking singlish now if u realise where are all the cambridge eng we learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono.the words used are still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;singlish we add lah. short cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;but does not mean we change the structure to cause a change in meaing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(, "(- . -)(',')", )..... ҝeį .... ("-_-) ", )(,") [] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;standard: can you please keep silent in the library here?"&lt;br /&gt;singlish: eh..quiet leh..library eh&lt;br /&gt;distortion: shut up lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be limited by our limits. Borders is what our eyes see. Beyond, is what God want you to believe. (kol-out.blogspot.com) says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u see you are taking that those as standard,singlish or disortion is because of the experience you have, the education system tells you so... in the end its still yr experience with the education system that tell us what it means... it still comes down to experience with the words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109380149350545735?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109380149350545735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109380149350545735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109380149350545735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109380149350545735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/debate-over-msn-kenny-vs-jason.html' title='A debate over &quot;MSN&quot; - KENNY vs JASON '/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109353906137618984</id><published>2004-08-27T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T01:01:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not that hard to make that choice at all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why be like the pagans who are so deeply concerned about these things? Your heavenly Father already knows all your needs, and he will give you all you need from day to day if you live for him and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the BIBLE Matthew 6:32-33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I currently got this school project in hand. I'm suppose to do a CIS (cooperate Identity System) for any company or organization. A CIS coincides of a logo, letterhead, envelope, memo slip, business card. Then, coincidently, there is this logo design competition happening at the same time. Top prize is $1000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a good chance to earn some cash and also can use it for school project. So, I thinking of doing this for the competition. But, in the same time I already got this logo in process for my church children ministry. It is also a good chance to enhance on the logo and the children ministry can also have a CIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's really a obvious but hard choice for me. So, I decided to show my lecturer both logo design, see what he have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was shock with his answer. I think I'll never again hear this from any lecturer. He tell me since God had give me this talent of design, I should use this talent to groovy Him. Although the competition is attractive but God is still the ultimate ruler of all things, a 1000 buck to God is nothing. If I glorify God, He will bless me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My lecturer is a CHRISTIAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What he told me really inspire me. So, I decided to choose the obvious choice. Actually its not that hard to make that choice at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109353906137618984?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109353906137618984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109353906137618984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109353906137618984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109353906137618984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-not-that-hard-to-make-that-choice.html' title='Its not that hard to make that choice at 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SEEING IS NOT ALWAYS BELIEVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109351661156682747?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109343835419038022</id><published>2004-08-25T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:54:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No COMMON sense is COMMON after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109343835419038022?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109343835419038022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109343835419038022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109343835419038022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109343835419038022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-dose-of-thought_25.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109336624881201720</id><published>2004-08-24T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:50:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphical Pronunciation Emphasis Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I am doing a little research on letters and words. Which is commonly call typography. Typography, a study on letter, word, the shape of it the negative space and positive space a letter carry. But, my studies on letters and words, is going to beyond the meaning typography, pushing the boundary of it. Letters and words is more than just shapes and spaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever wondered, how you actually can recognize a Japan speaking Japan, or a Malaysian speaking Malay, or even someone speaking French, Latin and Spanish, although you may not know how to speak their language and yet you still can somehow recognize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I believe letters and words not only provide visual, it also provide sound in it. The way u pronounce a word.Due to the tones and pitch a person use on a language, we who don't know the language, will somehow roughly base on the sound of the pronunciation to know what language the person is speaking.When we talk to one another, we somehow tend to recognize the sound first before our mind start to recognize what word is that.For example, the word "friend". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try to pronounce it! Try it a few times...You will realize that the emphasis of the pronunciation is at "FRI" then "END" is abit softer, in a musical sense, like a ghost note. But if u do it the opposite way, it sounds weird, not natural, it just don't flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I intend to combine this words pronunciation phenomenal into typography. Let a letter not only have shapes and space, and also have a emphasis graphically on the pronunciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Normally, when u read a word, you can recognize a word because of the shape it carries, the space it occupy. If you don't believe me, try it yourself!Simply jus write any word, or ask someone to write a word, ask that someone to carry half of that word. And you read it, most likely, 99%; you will recognize that word even half of it was covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, by graphically show the pronunciation emphasis of a word. The word not only have shapes and space it also tell a person how to read it. I believe in a way, it will help a person to read more efficiently. This will work best on signs; it will make the signs look more convincing in pasting the message across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My theory have not really been proven practically, I'm working my way towards it. Finding the right balance between the shapes/space and graphic emphasis. But, I believe it somehow will work out well. I still need to do more research on the pronunciation of words and do graphic tests and surveys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I greatly appreciate those who had done my first, which I so call "&lt;strong&gt;GPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(graphical pronunciation emphasis) &lt;/em&gt;theory survey. Look forward for your contribution in the future. Your respond is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My 1st report on "&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;raphical &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ronunciation &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;mphasis" theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109336624881201720?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109336624881201720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109336624881201720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109336624881201720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109336624881201720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/graphical-pronunciation-emphasis.html' title='Graphical Pronunciation Emphasis Theory'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109325258568214436</id><published>2004-08-23T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T17:21:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a dose of thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I can do is to show you the door.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that has to step though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109325258568214436?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109325258568214436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109325258568214436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109325258568214436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109325258568214436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-dose-of-thought.html' title='Have a dose of thought...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109274073924929315</id><published>2004-08-17T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T19:05:39.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeding back to tttt upon my post "Since the day of the ancient Olympic..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo, feeding back to tttt upon my post "Since the day of the ancient Olympic..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In short, what I'm trying to said is, next time do take a look at those who are not winning the game, at least as a appreciation of their effort. Not just look at those who are leading or winning. I think those who did not get the medal are more noble, without them, there are never such things as who is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May be it's my last paragraph that cause a misunderstanding of what I'm trying to said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109274073924929315?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109274073924929315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109274073924929315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109274073924929315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109274073924929315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/feeding-back-to-tttt-upon-my-post.html' title='feeding back to tttt upon my post &quot;Since the day of the ancient Olympic...&quot;'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109263828849131470</id><published>2004-08-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T19:08:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since the day of the ancient Olympic... (Rephrase)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was watching the Olympic just now. It was the men swimming event. While I was watching some thoughts came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, for a sportman, to be taking part in Olympic, he will be very proud of himself. To win a medal, his family will be very proud of him and to win a gold medal, his country or even the world will be very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, the shot is call, the race begin. Our attention, the world attention, will be on the few who are leading. When the race end, the fastest will be announce and all the participants' time record will be shown, every eyes in the world will be looking at the first few names, top three, some hoping that that their country names will appear there, some just wana know who got the medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the rest? I mean the beside the top three, what about the other sportmen who took part in the same event as the top three medalists. Are the rest just be there to provide a contrast with the medalists, so to make them look even better. Or, are they there to just fill in the empty lanes, so to make the whole event look more crowded more life. Or even worst, they are there to provide entertainment while the highlights are the medalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel pity for this sportmen who feel so proud of themselves to be in Olympic for their country but in the end being curse by this unspoken rule since the day of the ancient Olympic. The loser will be insulted, while the winner will be honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time do take a look at those who are not winning the game, at least, as a appreciation of their effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109263828849131470?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109263828849131470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109263828849131470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109263828849131470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109263828849131470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/since-day-of-ancient-olympic-rephrase.html' title='Since the day of the ancient Olympic... (Rephrase)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109258475754572124</id><published>2004-08-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:45:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shark bite survivor survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which is the best way to avoid shark bite in the sea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A) Cover any bleeding wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B) No sudden movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C) No direct contact with the shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D) Don't swim in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please kindly tell me your answer by using the comments button. I'm doing a research on human basic survive knowledge. Thanks for your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109258475754572124?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109258475754572124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109258475754572124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109258475754572124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109258475754572124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/shark-bite-survivor-survey.html' title='A shark bite survivor survey'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109256374135409294</id><published>2004-08-15T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:46:45.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is more important to obey your parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Children, obey your parents because you belong to the Lord, for this is the right thing to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the BIBLE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ephesians 6:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometime I'm really worry for those first generation Christians in my church. First generation mean they are the only Christian in the family, their parent are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of their parents are open-minded to the gospel, which is good. But some of their parents are hard-core believers of their religious and some just simply reject the gospel because they don't understand and don't want to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some hard-core religious parents have this mind-set that, if their children become Christian, they will some how lost away their children. They will think that when they die their children will not be there for them, in some way it's a disrespect to them. So, by preventing this to happen, they stop their children from going to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stopping their children from going to church, is a kind of struggle to this first generation Christians. So, sometime, thinking that their parents are very unreasonable. They decide to rebel against them, coming to church by lying to their parents. Then, when their parents found out, they parents will scold them and they will some how speak against their parents and it goes on and on. Finally out come will be, their parents having a misunderstanding of what church is, thinking that its a kind of cult, making their children so obsess with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For this is what the BIBLE said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"You children must always obey your parents, for this is what pleases the Lord..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colossians 3:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;and somebody ask something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Explain why children should submit to their parents' decisions even when those decisions are clearly evil." Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/comparative/christ/Bible_questionair2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.themodernreligion.com/comparative/Christ/Bible_questionair2.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;This person asking this question must be a orphan, I guess. How many parents on this earth will force their children to evil decisions. I believe all parents love their children. Unless, the children are not really their children, it may be a different story. Or maybe their children are really that stubborn and rebellious out of their control then they have no other chose but to disipline them. In the end, its still out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Suppose a man has a stubborn, rebellious son who will not obey his father or mother, even though they discipline him. In such cases, the father and mother must take the son before the leaders of the town. They must declare: `This son of ours is stubborn and rebellious and refuses to obey. He is a worthless drunkard.' Then all the men of the town must stone him to death." Deuteronomy 21:18-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope, those first generation Christian will somehow realize that, its important to come to church but it is more important to obey their parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109256374135409294?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109256374135409294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109256374135409294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109256374135409294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109256374135409294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-is-more-important-to-obey-your.html' title='It is more important to obey your parents...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109237591885932713</id><published>2004-08-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T18:05:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter... the best drug or medicine?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspired by tttt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-lame-i-admit-i-apologise.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-lame-i-admit-i-apologise.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Profile&lt;br /&gt;Name: U mean the name of this profile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Single or taken: Doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;Sex: I prefer after marriage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday: the day i was born...&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: I dun know stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primary school: sucks&lt;br /&gt;Level: Not playing any RPG game recently... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Email add: Does email have address too? I wonder where they live...&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: No ruler at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;Height: I told you I have no ruler with me now...&lt;br /&gt;Right or left handed: Sorry I'm not a hadicape&lt;br /&gt;Last 5 digits of your mobile: Sori not rich enuf to own a car yet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Stuff&lt;br /&gt;Where is ur favorite place to shop?: Window&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos or piercings?: Ya quite alot, I rmb I fall when I 1st ride a bicycle and left some scares...&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite shoes?: My feet...&lt;br /&gt;Do you have certain jewelry that you wear?: I'll sell them away...&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of shoes do you own?: One pair. my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you..&lt;br /&gt;Tried smoking?: Yup smoke salmon is nice...&lt;br /&gt;Taken drugs?: Panadol.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped? :Yup, when I play Worm I always use bungee...&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw up?: For what ! Suspose to come out from your behind...&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: I don, but I do make people cry&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend?: As long as is a she...&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected?: Yes, to those who read until here and decide not to continue anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Rejected someone?: As long as U read on, I wun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifies..&lt;br /&gt;Type of shampoo: I dun use shampoo...&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?: The clicking of my keyboard button...&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person that called you?: Read this "JASON" .you have just called me...&lt;br /&gt;How many buddies are online right now?: Oh I dun play GunBound anymore&lt;br /&gt;What is essential in your life: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Hairstyle: Not hairy&lt;br /&gt;Listenin: what's the different between what are you listening to right now and right now listenin?&lt;br /&gt;Make up: None, but use to have alot during secondary school, Hell lot of makeup lesson...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of: what to write, so to piss off those who read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in..&lt;br /&gt;Love: I prefer bread...&lt;br /&gt;Faith: faith in you to finish reading all this... No!&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: Yes... to piss you off by reading this...&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts: Casper the friendly ghost...&lt;br /&gt;Angels: Yup, right angle, opp. angle, alt. angle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 24hrs&lt;br /&gt;Worn jeans? I only have one friend call JEAN. no "S"&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned your room: For what...&lt;br /&gt;Cried: Yes, for not cleaning my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a stead? For what, when there is such thing call "CAR"&lt;br /&gt;Have a secret admirer? How will I kno...&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush? Yup, my PC just crush 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;What do you want most in a relationship?: Break it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose..&lt;br /&gt;Blue or Yellow? Y can't it be other colour&lt;br /&gt;Kiss or hug? It depends whether a guy or a gal...&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter? Never kno what is seasons here in S'pore&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or rainy? Depend whether I'm outside or inside...&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla? Are u asking me for a favour?&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out or Chillin out?: Both way U will die, I prefer to live&lt;br /&gt;Music or TV? Add both it become MTV&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or KFC? McDoald cos "Shu Shu is more powerful!"&lt;br /&gt;Silver or gold? i rather use cash... u dun trade with those now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughter... the best drug or medicine?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109237591885932713?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109237591885932713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109237591885932713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109237591885932713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109237591885932713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/laughter-best-drug-or-medicine.html' title='Laughter... the best drug or medicine?...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109237866591619864</id><published>2004-08-13T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T14:33:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'> Shine - A Short Story by tttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a look...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/08/shine-short-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://tanttt.blogspot.com/2004/08/shine-short-story.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope it will remind you your innocence childhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109237866591619864?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109237866591619864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109237866591619864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109237866591619864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109237866591619864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/shine-short-story-by-tttt.html' title=' Shine - A Short Story by tttt'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109237812167349935</id><published>2004-08-13T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T14:26:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dialogue between me and a Wind-Water teller...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just an hour ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sitting infront of my PC. Looking at my blog and others blog. Thinking of some cool design for my project. Listening to songs, looking at pictures for ideas. Looking at bullentin board in friendster.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;In short, mutil-tasking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly, a voice come from the window, that give a pause to my tasks. An old man, dark skin, average height, tall enough to look into my window. He speak in hokkien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(my translation) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yo. Boss, want me to tell u yr fortune. I oso kno Wind-Water (Feng Shui). Very cheap onli. 5 dollar...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I look at him for awhile. Trying to translate my mandarin into hokkien in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(my translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Uncle, I don't believe in Wind-Water neither do I believe in fortune. I only believe in Jesus"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Then he add on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(my translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yo, Boss yr forehead very brite leh. Sure veri lucki one. Let me tel u more pls..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I want back to the room, take a chinese BIBLE. I just can't take it anymore, I speak in mandarin to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uncle, your Wind-Water not accurate. I don't believe. I only believe in my BIBLE. BIBLE then accurate. You want? I can give you this BIBLE. You can take a look..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;He pause, he is stun, he look abit disappointed for not striking a deal. He walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I wonder why not he just take that BIBLE and take at look first before he decide to go. I feel abit sad for he rejected the BIBLE. Mmm... Maybe I should invite him in just now, see what he have to say. Then share Christ to him. It might work this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever it is, I hope the next Christian he wana strike a deal with. Will do a better job than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109237812167349935?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109237812167349935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109237812167349935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109237812167349935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109237812167349935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/dialogue-between-me-and-wind-water.html' title='A dialogue between me and a Wind-Water teller...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109229788625073686</id><published>2004-08-12T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:04:46.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For this gift that will benefit me throughout my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Teach your children to choose the right path, and when they are older, they will remain upon it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the BIBLE Proverbs 22:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had some memories flash back today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm thinking about the time when I'm still a primary student. About primary 2,3. Having not much of a freedom studying what I'm told to study. Never able to understand what's all this things gona do good to me. Never like math when in primary school, not good in english too. The only subject that makes me proud of myself is mandarin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My chinese scored the highest among all other subjects. Well... I'm not a born-to-be chinese scorer. This comes with a price to pay. My mum is very particular about my chinese grades. She will make sure that my chinese grade to be over 90 marks. She always remind me, it's important for a chinese to know his mandarin well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By just saying, it will not make any different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remember during that time. There are a lot of weekly news magazines for children, all in mandarin, distributed to everyone of us every week. For those who still remember, its the "Hao Peng You" and the "Zi Xing Ri Bao".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the magazine, there are a lot of chinese quiz and comprehension. My mum will always sit by me and force me to finish everything in that magazine. She will always correct my pronunciation and my writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She everytime will teach me a chapter ahead using the school chinese textbook. Everytime when there is chinese spelling, she will always force not only memorizes the word,the meaning and how to use it in sentences. While, our teacher only require us to memorizes how to write the words. All this carry on until when I'm in secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... Now I'm in Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts, she is no longer sitting beside me to teach me anymore, well... What I'm studying now is design. But, now I'm still proud of myself being able to speak mandarin fluently although not being the best. At least, what she had done makes me this interest in mandarin. I like to read chinese novel, comic, able to understand movies directed by Zheng Yi Mou and there are more to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm really thankful and grateful for her teaching of mandarin to me. For this gift that will benefit me throughout my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank God for my Mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109229788625073686?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109229788625073686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109229788625073686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109229788625073686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109229788625073686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-this-gift-that-will-benefit-me.html' title='For this gift that will benefit me throughout my life...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649281.post-109222681556097745</id><published>2004-08-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:37:28.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If one part suffers, all parts suffer with it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts rejoices with it." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken from the BIBLE 1Corinthians 12:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a very interesting article I read in "Streats" today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel left out in a right-handed world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ELSTON SOARES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a left-handed person, I learnt early in life that people do treat southpaws like us rather differently. I first realised this during a rehearsal for the annual school day function. I was six years old then. The rehearsal was for all the children in my class who were to receive prizes at the event. While others were being shown which way to approach the chief guest and how to leave the stage, I was also told that when I shake hands with the chief guest I should offer my right hand. That was only the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In art and craft class, I used to find it difficult to use a pair of scissors. So too learning to write and tying shoelaces, among other things. It was much later that I discovered there were scissors for left-handed people. My school years were punctuated by many episodes of being forced, both by my parents and teachers, to use my right hand to do everyday things – from writing to eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This, I guess, is because in many Asian cultures it is seen as impolite to use your left hand to eat, shake hands, or even receive gifts for what are claimed to be reasons of hygiene. It is known that in many Asian cultures, people use the left hand to clean themselves after visiting the loo. But it’s just a hand after all, and you can always wash it afterwards. Thankfully, my parents saw sense after trying for a while to make me conform to the ways of right-handed people. Before long, they let me be. But I do know of children who believe that their speech and sight were affected after their parents forced them to do things the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, the discrimination that persists against us left-handers in various fields of human endeavour also finds an echo in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;A left-handed compliment, for example, is not something you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, the word for “left” in French is “gauche”, which also means clumsy. In Latin it’s “sinister”.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find out what’s so evil, or sinister, about being left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;Contrast this with how right-handers are treated by the English language.&lt;br /&gt;From the French word for “right”, which is “droit”, we get the English word “adroit”, which suggests capability.&lt;br /&gt;The Latin for right is “dexter” from which we get such words as “dexterous”. Ambidextrous literally means “both right”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Left-handedness, however, is not as rare or exotic as people think it is.&lt;br /&gt;According to Lefthanders International, one in every 10 people is left-handed, and males are one and a half times more likely to be left-handed then females.&lt;br /&gt;But many myths about left-handers persist. One is that lefties tend towards creative genius. Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Ludwig von Beethoven, Benjamin Franklin, Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein were all&lt;br /&gt;left-handed according to history. But just as we can name all these talented left-handers, we can also list just as many right-handers.&lt;br /&gt;There are no concrete facts to prove or disprove any relation between being left-handed and being exceptional in any field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to Ms Martha Pieper, co-author of Smart Love and columnist for the Chicago Parent, being left-handed means simply having a preference for using the left hand for a variety of tasks, including reaching, throwing, pointing and catching. As for why some of us are left-handed, medical researchers have looked long and hard for the reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And their answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The same reason why brown-eyed people have brown eyes – genes that manifest their trait in one out of every 10 chances. But despite all the adjustments one has to make, the one thing about being a lefthander that gives me the greatest pleasure is when Ms Pieper says: “Being left-handed means having a dominant right side of the brain.” And often when a person is right brain dominant, they are thought of as dreamers, artists, and musicians. At least we have good taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well... Hands are created by God after all... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all that He had made were good...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109222681556097745?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109222681556097745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109222681556097745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109222681556097745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109222681556097745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-one-part-suffers-all-parts-suffer.html' title='If one part suffers, all parts suffer with it...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109213535230903290</id><published>2004-08-10T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:55:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the village of those that we can't speak of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have watched "The village" today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; movie. Definitely one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is not those cliche kind of horror movie as most of the people thought it is due to the way they present it on their trailers and advertisements. If you are having this mentality that it is a horror movie, that will scare you out of your nerves, better don't watch it, you will get very disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The plot is very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of a kind... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For those who had watched it, you will realize that this movie is all about humans greed and selfishness. It show how pathetic a selfish human can be. So selfish that it could destroy the whole generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Due to the death of their friends and familys, this group of people decided to isolate themselves from the world. Because they think that it's the root of all evil - money, that cause the death of their friends and family. It's money that makes them greedy and selfish which drive them to their graves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, in order not to lose anymore of their friends and family to the greed of money and their selfishness, they came out with a perfect idea to isolate themselves. Not only themselves, their future generation also. Proclaiming that they want to protect their innocent friends and family from the world corruption systems. Keeping them away from greed and selfishness that leads to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, let's look at it this way. Yes, they have successfully break off the systems of money in their own isolation. But, in the end, this group of people are still being bound by their own selfishness. They are SELFISH, to keep their younger generation away from the world. They are SELFISH to let their younger generation think that they can't go beyond the woods to see what is outside. That group of people only think about their own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I highly recommend this movie. Just throw away the concept of those horror movie and let the plot slowly unfold when u watch it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, be very careful of " those that we can't speak of ". They might be hiding in the woods near your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T LET THEM GET YOU...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109213535230903290?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109213535230903290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109213535230903290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109213535230903290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109213535230903290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/village-of-those-that-we-cant-speak-of.html' title='the village of those that we can&apos;t speak of...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109204218061119622</id><published>2004-08-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:56:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great addition to any library...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a comment given by a guy after reading the NLT (New Living Translation) Bible...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every lover of scripture will delight in the NLT! Fresh, concise, and revealing--&lt;strong&gt;a great addition to any library&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max Lucado&lt;/strong&gt; Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do he think the BIBLE is !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Treating it as if it is those storybook you'll find in the library...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can surely said he don't understand what a BIBLE is although he might have read it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109204218061119622?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109204218061119622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109204218061119622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109204218061119622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109204218061119622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/great-addition-to-any-library.html' title='A great addition to any library...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109204062799048498</id><published>2004-08-09T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:57:33.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pineapple story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Lord's servants must not quarrel but must be kind to everyone. They must be able to teach effectively and be patient with difficult people. They should gently teach those who oppose the truth. Perhaps God will change those people's hearts, and they will believe the truth.Then they will come to their senses and escape from the Devil's trap. For they have been held captive by him to do whatever he wants." Taken from the BIBLE, 2Timonthy 2:24-26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This pineapple story took place in Dutch New Guinea. It covered a period of seven years. This is a first-hand account, from a missionarie there. You will discover that it is a classic example of the kinds of struggles which each of us faces until we learn and apply the concept of yielding personal rights...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" My wife and I work with these people way back in the bush. One day I decided that I was going to bring in some pineapples. The people had heard of pineapples. They had tasted them, but they didn’t have any source to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got them from another mission station. I got about one hundred plants. Then I got one of the local men to work for me. He planted all these pineapple shoots for me. I paid him, of course. I paid him salt or whatever he wanted for the days he worked. It seemed to take awfully long for those little shoots of pineapple to become big bushes and finally yield pineapples. It took about three years. Back in the jungle you long for fresh fruit. You don’t get much fresh fruit or vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally that third year we could see fresh pineapples coming on, and we were just waiting for the end of the year because that is when they are ripe. When the time finally came, my wife and I would go for walks to see if any were ripe enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when they got ripe, we didn’t get a single one of them! The natives stole every one! They stole them before they were ripe. That is their art. Steal it before it is ripe or the owner gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, a missionary, getting mad at these people. Missionaries aren’t supposed to get mad. You all know that. But I got angry. I said, "Look, you guys! I have been waiting for these pineapples for three years. I didn’t get any of them. Now there are others getting ripe. If any more of these pineapples are stolen, no more clinic for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was running a clinic. She was giving them all their pills free. They didn’t have anything to pay. We were knocking ourselves out trying to help these people, taking care of their sick, saving the lives of their babies. One by one the pineapples got ripe, and one by one they were stolen. So I felt I had to stand my ground with these people. I couldn’t just let them run all over me. But that was not really the reason. It was a selfish reason. I wanted to eat those pineapples. So no more clinic. Then they let their sick babies die. They couldn’t care less. Life was cheap over there. People with bad pneumonia would be coughing and begging us for medicine. We would say, "No! Remember you stole our pineapples." "I didn’t steal them," they would say. "It was the other guys that did it." They would go on coughing and begging. We couldn’t take it any longer. I broke down and said, "Okay, tomorrow morning we will open the clinic again." When we opened the clinic they started stealing the pineapples, and I felt bad again. Man ! These rascals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally we found out who was doing it – the guy who had planted them. I called him on the carpet and said, "Look, buddy! What are you doing stealing my pineapples? You are my gardener."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "My hands plant them. My mouth eats them." That is the rule of the jungle. If they plant something, that is theirs. They had never heard of the idea of paying for services. So he said, "They are all mine." I said, "Oh no! They are mine. I paid you to plant them." But he just couldn’t understand how that made them my plants. I thought, "Well, what do I do now? It was the rule of their tribe. I’d better learn to live by their rule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Alright, I will give you half of these plants. Everything from here to over there is yours. If they get ripe, they are yours. And these are mine." He sounded like he was in agreement. But my pineapples still got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, "Maybe I should let them have all those pineapples, and I’ll get some new ones." But I knew that I would have to wait three more years. That was hard for me to do. Finally I said, "Look, I will give you all these pineapples, and then I will start all over again. Now you make a garden so I will have room to plant new ones. I don’t want your pineapples in my garden if you feel they are yours." So they said, "Too-wan, (which means outsider, foreigner) you will have to pay us." I said, "Now look!" They said, "No, no! You are asking us to move your pineapple bushes, and that is work." Now they are mine, I said, "Alright, I’ll pay you one day’s work. Take them all away." Then they said, "We don’t have a garden ready. Will you pay us to get it ready?" I said, "Forget it!" I was so fed up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife, "This is impossible! I am just going to pay some guy to root them all out and throw them on the trash heap. Then if they want them they can just take them." So we did. We rooted them all out and threw them on a heap. That was hard to do. They were nice pineapple bushes. Then I bought new plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Now look, all you guys. I am going to pay you to plant them, but I eat them, my family and me. You don’t eat any." They said, "You can’t do that. If we plant them, we eat them." I said, "Look, I don’t have time to mess with a garden. I have too much to do. There are so many of you, and there is only one me. You have got to help me. I want you to plant them, and I will eat them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I will pay you. What do you want? I will give you this nice knife if you will agree to do it." They started to think. "He will pay us that knife so he can eat our pineapples." Finally they agreed. During the next three years I reminded the guy who planted them, "Look! Who is going to eat these pineapples?" He said, "You are." I said, "Fine! Have you still got the knife?" He said, "Yes." I said, "Well, take good care of it." If he lost the knife I am in trouble again. The pay is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after three more years the pineapples began to ripen. My wife and I walked through the garden again. I said, "Man! Pretty soon we are going to have a crop of our own pineapples." We started to thank God that He was providing them for us. But do you know what happened? Every one of them was stolen! I would see the natives go through the garden in the daytime to spot where the pineapples were, and then at night they would be able to go right to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "What am I going to do? We can’t cut out the clinic. Let’s cut out the trade store." That’s where they get their matches, salt, fishhooks, and things like that. They use to do without them. That won’t kill them. I said, "Okay, no more store. You stole my pineapples." When we closed the store they began to say, "We had better leave because we don’t have any salt. If he is not going to have a store, there is no advantage for us being here with him. We might as well go back to our jungle houses." So they took off to live in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was sitting by myself eating pineapples. No people, no ministry. I said to my wife, "Look, we can eat pineapple back in the States, I mean, if that is all we are here to do." A runner returned and I said, "Get them all back. We will open the store next Monday." I thought and thought. How am I going to get to eat those pineapples? There must be a way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... I thought, "Man! I don’t have anything to lose. I will give that pineapple garden to God because I am not eating pineapples anyway." Now I know that is not a very good sacrifice. You are supposed to sacrifice something that is valuable to you. But I would give it to God and see if He could control it. I said, "Man! I am going to see how He is going to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood in the garden one night. The people had gone home. I didn’t want them to see me out there praying. I prayed, "Lord, see these pineapple bushes? I have fought to have fruit from them. I have claimed them. I stood up for my rights. It is all wrong, and I realize it now. I have seen that it is wrong and I give them to You. From now on, if You want me to eat any of Your pineapples, fine. You just go right ahead and give them to us. If not, fine. It doesn’t really matter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I gave them to God, and the natives stole the pineapples as usual. I thought to myself, "See, God, You can’t control them either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then one day they came to me and said, "Too-wan, you have become a Christian, haven’t you?" I was ready to react and say, "Look here, I have been a Christian for twenty years." But instead I said, "Why do you say that?" They said, "Because you don’t get angry anymore when we steal your pineapples." This was a real revelation. Now I was living what I had been preaching to them. I had been telling them to love one another, be kind to one another, and I had always been standing up for my rights, and they knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, one bright lad started thinking and said, "Now, why don’t you get angry anymore?" I said, "I have given that garden away. It isn’t my garden anymore. So you are not stealing my pineapples. I don’t have to get angry anymore." Another guy started to think even more and he said, "Who did you give that garden to?" They looked around. "Did he give it to you?" "Did he give it to you?" "Whose is it anyway?" "Whose pineapples are we stealing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "I have given the garden to God." They said, "To God?! Hasn’t He got any pineapples where He is?" I said, "I don’t know whether He has or not, but I have given it to God." They went to the village and said, "Do you know whose pineapples we are stealing? Too-wan has given them to God." They all started thinking about that one. They came back in a group and said, "Too-wan, you should not have done it. Why don’t you get them back from God? No wonder we aren’t getting the pigs when we go out hunting. No wonder our babies are getting sick. No wonder our wives are not giving birth. No wonder the fish aren’t biting." Then they said, "We shouldn’t steal them anymore if they are God’s, should we?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They were afraid of God. So then the pineapples began to ripen. The natives came and said, "Too-wan, your pineapples are ripe." I said, "They are not mine. They belong to God." They said, "But they are going to get rotten. You had better pick them." And so, I got some and I let the natives take some. When my family sat down to eat them, I said, "Lord, we are eating Your pineapples. Thank You for giving them to us." All those years those natives were watching me and listening to my words. They saw that the two didn’t match. But when I began to change, they did too. Soon many natives decided to become Christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's very important to practice what you preach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109204062799048498?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109204062799048498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109204062799048498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109204062799048498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109204062799048498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/pineapple-story.html' title='The Pineapple story'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109198064304404430</id><published>2004-08-08T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:10:17.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason of you believe in what you believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please don't be so easily shaken and troubled by those who say that the day of the Lord has already begun. Even if they claim to have had a vision, a revelation, or a letter supposedly from us, don't believe them."   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from the BIBLE   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2Thessalonians 2:2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm amazed by this monk who delectated his life to buddhism, which he said he found hope in this religion in his darkest part of his lifetime, and this buddhism teaching enlighten him, which he illustrate as "a light shine with a helping hand carry him up from the darkness" (translate directly from chinese).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was shown in Channel U program called "A Ray of Light"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm amazed because why did he willing to delicate himself to the teaching, willing shave his hair, devoted himself as a buddhism monk. What's the factor that makes him to do that. To think that the teaching is the truth, the way and the light in his darkness. I'm wondering what will he be like if, it was the BIBLE he read during his darkest part of his life. I wonder again why is it not Christ but buddha, he choose to devote himself to. I'm sure he somehow had heard about the Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm curious to know why, i'm always curious. I wonder what's the very thing in buddhism that makes him so devoted himself into. I went to search on web to know more about buddhism scriptures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I found alot of articles about buddhism, i even found the whole Book of Buddha, for bonus I even found some other articles about muslim faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the conclusion I get from reading all this articles is, all of them are so real. They all claim they have the truth, they are the way. Comparing others religions to theirs, countering each other teachings, trying to proof who have more truth who are better. To me, it's like all this article are trying to sell their religion to the readers, as if there are "neutral" believer "shopping" for religion to believe in. But I'm really amazing by those people who went through all the research and studies to write all this articles, at least they take the effort to proof their faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I start to question myself (you can said that I'm too free to think about such things) if I'm a non-believer of any religion which will I choose to believe in and why. I also question myself why I still choose to believe in the BIBLE, choose to stand firm in my belief as a Christian when all this words of religions appearing so real, so true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't really answer the 1st question because I'm not a non-believer of any religion. I can answer the 2nd question because I'm a Christian. My answer is, I find peace in Him,my God. I feel free in Him. I feel joyful. This might sound very cliche kind of answer. But, I experience it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was not born in a Christian family, my family were not Christian, I use to go &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;temple to worship those gods, goes to mediums and stuff like that. But, when I became a Christian, there is this peace that fills me, this peace, I can't feel it in those temple i use to go when I'm young, this peace, I can't get it from those mediums. And then there was joy, I feel joyful to go to church as compare to go to those temple, I mean I still remember when I'm young I don't like to go temple with my parent, but church was so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I start to realise, it is very important to know the reason of you believe in what you believe and more important to practice what you believe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those who found that reason, can you be sure that you will not be shaken by any other reasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109198064304404430?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109198064304404430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109198064304404430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109198064304404430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109198064304404430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/reason-of-you-believe-in-what-you.html' title='The reason of you believe in what you believe...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109163084571483016</id><published>2004-08-04T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T00:07:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol is coming !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes... Finally, "Singapore idol" is gona show on TV. I've been looking forward to this for sometime. Finally something to watch on TV, something we can... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Singapore Idol, a show to see how most local Idol wanabes make a fool out of themselves. I'm sure it will be more funny than "Mr Bean" or jokes from Jacky Wu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm expecting "BENGS and LIANS" that think they can sing very well to be there so they can bring more laugher or so call "entertainment" to audiences like me. Maybe, there will be some middle age uncles idol wanabe singing hokkien songs and vulgarity start to come out from them when they are not accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha... Let see how "creative" local idol wanabes can be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109163084571483016?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109163084571483016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109163084571483016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109163084571483016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109163084571483016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/singapore-idol-is-coming.html' title='Singapore Idol is coming !!!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109155153830465672</id><published>2004-08-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:49:37.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams is just a name given to ambitions that can't be fufill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday lesson is all about learning to use a software call "Freehand". After the last three weeks of learning basic. Our lecture ask us to use whatever we learn to design a letter head and write out our dreams, what we wana be in three years time and also write something about ourselves. He mentioned that we can write anything we dream to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what I wrote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dreams... what is dreams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream to become singapore president, dream to have a sport car... Dreams is just a name given to ambitions that can't be fufill..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, when the lecture read what I had written, he laugh at me (he mean no harm at all) he disagreed to what I quote about dreams (Although this is not what I'm suspose to write). I wana question him back, but I did not, for he mean no harm no point to "fight" about it. After that, he goes on to read about other peoples work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I sit there reading and hearing all sorts of things my classmates wana be after three years, what their dreams. Although it's not my business, but I start to wonder how many of them falls into my defination of &lt;em&gt;"dream". &lt;/em&gt;Some said wana open cafe and have a chain of them, some wana fly a jet some wana have pubs and clubs. Three years is very short, after two years study, left one year to achieve their "dreams" or "ambitions". I don't think it's possible, well maybe a few might success. I also start to wonder if my classmates are really equipping themselves towards their goal or just another prove to my defination of "dreams" is correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well... it seems like all their dreams are not my business and I don't have the right to said anything. As you can see, this is what happen what I start t day-dreaming in class : ) ... A dream is still a dream after all, if not, you will not find the defination of "ambition" in the dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109155153830465672?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109155153830465672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109155153830465672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109155153830465672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109155153830465672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams-is-just-name-given-to-ambitions.html' title='Dreams is just a name given to ambitions that can&apos;t be fufill...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109154694228332708</id><published>2004-08-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:38:05.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech...And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top [may reach] unto heaven; and let us make us a name, And the LORD said, Behold, the people [is] one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech..." Taken from Bible, Gen 11: 1-9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of my friends learn to speak tamil, I don't know the reason, but when they try speak tamil, they will make sure that no any indians are around, as if those indians will beat them up if they heard my friends speak like them. And, once, my friends and I were in malaysia. We mit some friends from Malaysia. So, curious me, I try to mimic the accent of a malaysian speaking chinese. My friend quickly stop me saiding that its rude to do so. Sometime, some of my friends feels that it is rude to mimic speaking other races languages or their accent. But I feel otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometime when we talked about speaking western languages (french,spanish,italian...etc) people feel cool about it, in some ways it is more high class. Well... look at it this, as compare to learn speaking local languages, surely I think it is more pratical to learn to speak local languages, as it can build up more trust and relationship amoung races. Imagine, if i'm in the shoes of that indian or that malaysian, I'll feel more than glad to know that someone is learning my language, trying to know more of me, my culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's a good example. &lt;em&gt;Hudson Taylor&lt;/em&gt;, a missionarie, Founder of China Inland Mission, successfully bring the gospel into China. What's did he do that leads to such success... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He told his Sunday-school teacher of his call, and was encouraged and given a copy of the gospel of Luke in a Chinese dialect...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he began studying the meaning of the Chinese letters in the little book his Sunday-school superintendent had given him. He knew that it would not be an easy task to learn the Chinese language and he wanted to begin as soon as possible. Some one had said that those who learned it needed "bodies of iron, lungs of brass, heads of oak, hands of spring steel, eyes of eagles, hearts of apostles, memories of angels, and lives of Methuselah." Though far from possessing all these qualifications Hudson went at it courageously and made good progress...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About this time Hudson met a German missionary who had come back from China. When this man noticed the light hair and eyes of the younger one he said, "Why, you would never do for China. They call me 'red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;haired devil,' and they would run from you in terror! You could never get them to listen at all."...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For some time he considered the question of adopting Chinese dress, and finally decided to do so, believing he could accomplish more for the Lord in that way. He had his head shaved, leaving a little hair which would grow into a Chinese cue [hair tied at the back of the head in a braid, and with baggy trousers, white calico socks, satin shoes, and to complete the costume, a loose silk gown with wide sleeves, he attracted less attention, and won the hearts of the natives as he could not do when in English dress..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hudson Taylor, he did even more than just speaking their languages, he wear like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another example is, this is a classic one. Every year, my church will sent the youth to thailand for mission work, and before the trip, we are all gear up, to learn their languages and culture so we could be like them, easier for us to spread the gospel to them. And only at that time, my friends don't feel that it is rude to speak somebody else language and their accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just hope someday my friend, who learn to speak tamil, will one day, successfully spread the gospel to their tamil friends around them. If not, it will be waste of chance... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109154694228332708?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109154694228332708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109154694228332708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109154694228332708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109154694228332708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-whole-earth-was-of-one-language.html' title='And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109129512267648489</id><published>2004-08-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T01:32:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If a true almightly god have hearing problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Everyday, when I go to school, I will need to walk pass this two temple (purposely) an indian temple and a chinese temple. The both temples are locate in a middle of busy streets and business buildings. Everyday early in the morning there will be lots of people gathering around the temples, people worshipping their gods and tour group touring around the temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, thats is a very interesting sight. Those tour guides are bringing the tour groups to see people worshipping and praying to their gods at the temple. I mean, it seems so funny. It seems like those people there are worshipping, prayer to their gods for the tour groups to see. Some of them like, swinging hands with josticks, looking up the sky, sometime facing the tour groups passing by. Well, if I'm in the tour group looking at them, I will feel scare, I wonder why those people worship me pray to me, as if I'm god or some spirits. I feel that some of the people are prayer or worshipping to seek peoples attention rather than their gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this is written in the BIBLE Matt 6:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you openly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder, if your god is a true almightly god, then why do you think that your god will only hear your prayer only when you pray before the altar or at the temple? if yours is a true almightly god, you can pray to god anywhere you are he could surely hear your prayer wherever you are. If your god can save people from disasters, then why the god can only hear your prayer before the altar. I will be very amazing if a true almightly god have hearing problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are reading this and feel that I'm against those people who are worshipping their gods and you are one of them. I can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just my point-of-view upon their actions, you can say I'm judging that's up to you. but after all, this is my blog... : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109129512267648489?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109129512267648489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109129512267648489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109129512267648489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109129512267648489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-true-almightly-god-have-hearing.html' title='If a true almightly god have hearing problem...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109124794402018464</id><published>2004-07-31T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T12:25:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The missing part of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The pass few weeks were the time that I seriously do my quiet time, study my bible. Everyday I'll use my 1 hour journey to school to do my quiet time. But on Monday it was a bit different, everything was the same old routine, take bus then take MRT, then open my bag to take out my NLT&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(new living translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; BIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIBLE! S**t ! Where is my BIBLE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no... I realise I had misplaced my BIBLE somewhere. I can't remember if it's at home or in church. If it's at home, it's still ok but if it's in church, i will never know it will end up in whose hands. I felt abit sad and worry and also dissapointed at the same time. My NLT BIBLE is really a very good BIBLE. It makes my studying of BIBLE more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with no hope of where is it, I just take out my another BIBLE, which is a NKJ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(new king james) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BIBLE, with only the new testiments. I feel so weird reading that, it seems like not a part of me, feel so uncomfortable. The feeling is like I'm reading a foreign book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yestaday my friend told me that my BIBLE is with him. Oh thank God!&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I start to realise that my BIBLE is very important to me. It something that not only teach you the way you should behave, it also tells you about the truth of life. Well, a christian without a BIBLE is as good as a human without a brain. You will not funtion properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIBLE is a part of me something I can't do without. It's somehow more important than the oxygen we take in every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, I found back the missing part of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109124794402018464?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109124794402018464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109124794402018464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109124794402018464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109124794402018464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/07/missing-part-of-me.html' title='The missing part of me...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109118886428302641</id><published>2004-07-30T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T20:01:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a class after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;It's been three weeks since school semester had started. My class still not seems to mix around very well as compare to my 1st year class during our 1st few weeks. Due to our different major, everyone in my 1st year class had separated. So, that means, each of us need to build up the class dynamic all over again in each of our different class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my current class, seems to have&amp;nbsp;form exclusive, classmates always seems to&amp;nbsp;stick with only one to two person they know during their 1st year. It seems like everyday when I go to class, I see more strangers than my classmates. People seems hard to break from their exclusive. The best example will be, there is one guy ask for a transfer to our class just because his girlfriend is in my class. Everyday sticking themselves together in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the it's easier for us to mix around during the 1st year than 2nd year. Maybe because of a human natural to have the sense of secure, sense of belonging. So, during the 1st year, no one knows anyone, everyone are eager to find his/her own area of security and belonging. It motivates everyone to want to know one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as compare to my 2nd year now, most of us had already found our area of security and belonging. Well, human natural again, we&amp;nbsp;prefer to stick within our own comfort zone than to&amp;nbsp;expand our comfort zone or even step out of&amp;nbsp;it. So, in&amp;nbsp;my 2nd year now,&amp;nbsp;most of us&amp;nbsp;seems to feel that it's good enough to just stick with our own group of friends we know&amp;nbsp;during our 1st year, not many are mixing around...&amp;nbsp;But, no matter what,&amp;nbsp;I will try my best to know everyone in my class, we are a class after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109118886428302641?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109118886428302641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109118886428302641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109118886428302641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109118886428302641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-are-class-after-all.html' title='We are a class after all...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109110558123831050</id><published>2004-07-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:53:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A balance between your mind and other people mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Don't be an artist! You will need to do things you don't want to do..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what my sec school art teacher mean when he said that to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been really tough for me to get a job dealing with what i'm learning now which is designing. I've been searching high and low for some freelance&amp;nbsp;to do since last year&amp;nbsp;but all i get now&amp;nbsp;are dissapointment after dissapointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in need of money&amp;nbsp;so I need to work.&amp;nbsp;But I don't like those&amp;nbsp;fast-food&amp;nbsp;kinda part-time job.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;want a part-time job that suits what I'm&amp;nbsp;really interest in doing. Hope to also gain some experience for my future. So, looking for freelance design&amp;nbsp;job is the only way. But most of the time I only get to&amp;nbsp;help my church to do some design stuff. I got some experience but no money of couse. It's just serving the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, i found one, I thought this time round, I will not be dissapointed again. But in the end, the boss don't like my design and i'm almost jobless again. Well, I'm suppose to design for him a banner for an event. Just a simple banner with the event name and sponser logos. So, I come out with a layout which I think is clear enough to show the whole thing add some graphics to it and thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in the end he took another person design and he show and tell me why he prefer to use that. Well, that design layout&amp;nbsp;was very simple even more simple then mine. He said he want something clean, simple and not too loud and that banner meets his eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I start to wonder why my designs are appreciate by my&amp;nbsp;ministry in church but not when I do my freelance job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the different is, I understan what my ministry in church is all about so I design those stuff according to my understaning of my ministry. But as for those freelance job, I don't have&amp;nbsp;a clear understaning of what they are doing or accepting, it need some time to build up. So, that might be the reason why my designs for those freelance are not really acceptable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if thats so, what about this designer that his banner get accepted &lt;em&gt;(refering to my current situation), &lt;/em&gt;he is also new to this company. I look at his banner again, it is just a simple banner too simple...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I know why I always can't get to do a good job for those freelance design i got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M&amp;nbsp;ALWAYS&amp;nbsp;MAKING THINGS COMPLICATING FOR MYSELF !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always look at simple things compicated-ly. Take this banner for example, I could have just arrange nicely the sponser logos, put the event name on top and use just one colour and thats it. Good enough to show what's in the banner. But I think again, if it works this way, they could have simply do it themselve. Why would the company want to spent money to do such simple things? I mean, If you paid me, I would want to show something that worth the pay. That is something I really don't understand, well, at least, i learn something out of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i do understand about what my teacher told me before, sometime it's really hard to have a balance between what's in your mind and what's in other people mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649281-109110558123831050?l=kol-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/feeds/109110558123831050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649281&amp;postID=109110558123831050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109110558123831050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649281/posts/default/109110558123831050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kol-out.blogspot.com/2004/07/balance-between-your-mind-and-other.html' title='A balance between your mind and other people mind...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16195412452439585585</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-7649281.post-109110215762504649</id><published>2004-07-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T20:57:04.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SIMPLE BLOG, AND I MEAN IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to figure out about html in blog... : (&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally... get the tag board in place... phew... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's good enough... 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