<?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-2765723138725592232</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:03:17.264-08:00</updated><category term='truth'/><category term='touching reads'/><category term='evrydy life'/><title type='text'>GOD's little ambassador...</title><subtitle type='html'>i just want to die empty...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-1011231723140320295</id><published>2009-06-25T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:20:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man! i want a LOMO! gimme gimme. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="cattitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="itemsubsub"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nkkabliw nman tong mga pics ng lomo cameras sa net.&lt;br /&gt;haha. sna mgkaron ndn aku. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-1011231723140320295?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/1011231723140320295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=1011231723140320295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/1011231723140320295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/1011231723140320295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-i-want-lomo-gimme-gimme-lol.html' title='man! i want a LOMO! gimme gimme. lol'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-5458004328540883105</id><published>2008-08-18T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:59:40.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makabagong kasabihan xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago, mabuti pa ang bahay kubo, sa paligid ay puno ng linga.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ako ang nagsaing… iba ang kumain. Diet ako eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An apple a day is too expensive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An apple a day makes seven apples a week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang buhay ay parang bato, it’s hard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw, minsan nasa vulcanizing shop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, lumaki sa ibang bansa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na sa appointment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang taong di marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan… ay may stiff neck.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang taong nagigipit … sa bumbay kumakapit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin… may utang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan… sapul.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Behind the clouds are the other clouds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Better late than later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Better late than pregnant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Birds of the same feather that prays together … stays together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do unto others … then run!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto … muta lang yan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s better to cheat than to repeat!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kapag ang puno mabunga … mataba ang lupa!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga. Kapag may taga, may tahi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibang salop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Magbiro ka na sa lasing, magbiro ka na sa bagong gising, huwag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No guts, no glory… no ID, no entry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No man is an island because time is gold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pag may usok … may nag-iihaw.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon … mauubusan din ng kandila.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To err is human, to errs is humans.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Try and try until you succeed… or else try another.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When all else fails, follow instructions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When it rains … it floods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-5458004328540883105?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/5458004328540883105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=5458004328540883105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5458004328540883105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5458004328540883105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/08/makabagong-kasabihan-xd.html' title='makabagong kasabihan xD'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-1455168930637646656</id><published>2008-08-17T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:57:41.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/SKiCpdK3QLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/34OLQvK4YXw/s1600-h/ed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/SKiCpdK3QLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/34OLQvK4YXw/s320/ed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235578215534641330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twiLight. twiLight.&lt;br /&gt;antgaL ng movie.&lt;br /&gt;dec. 12 pa :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited n kung mkita c edward. hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;edward make me a vampire&lt;/span&gt;. yay~&lt;br /&gt;JJK :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-1455168930637646656?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/1455168930637646656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=1455168930637646656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/1455168930637646656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/1455168930637646656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-d.html' title='TWILIGHT :D'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/SKiCpdK3QLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/34OLQvK4YXw/s72-c/ed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-8412433964780022488</id><published>2008-08-12T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:55:25.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open Letter to my first Love.</title><content type='html'>Lord. pLease forgive for what i've done. You know everythng. sorry po.&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming back to you now. Your love is all i need. i Love You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;God, my God, I cry out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Your beloved needs You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;God, be near, calm my fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And take my doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Your kindness is what pulls me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Your love is all that draws me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I will lift my eyes to the Maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Of the mountains I can’t climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I will lift my eyes to the Calmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Of the oceans raging wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I will lift my eyes to the Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Of the hurt I hold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;God, my God, let Mercy sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Her melody over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;God, right here all I bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Is all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;‘Cause You are and You were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; and You will be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The Lover I need to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;‘Cause You fashioned the earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and You hold it together, God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;So hold me now&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-8412433964780022488?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/8412433964780022488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=8412433964780022488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8412433964780022488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8412433964780022488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-letter-to-my-first-love.html' title='open Letter to my first Love.'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-4960611233549638856</id><published>2008-04-03T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:40:57.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random list #1</title><content type='html'>decadent cake&lt;br /&gt;new digicam&lt;br /&gt;printer&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;headphones&lt;br /&gt;cheaper flour&lt;br /&gt;chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;caramel&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonald's&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;golf&lt;br /&gt;speaker&lt;br /&gt;charger&lt;br /&gt;isketch&lt;br /&gt;friendster&lt;br /&gt;imeem&lt;br /&gt;garden&lt;br /&gt;Words to Live by&lt;br /&gt;lilac jacket&lt;br /&gt;blue pillow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-4960611233549638856?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/4960611233549638856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=4960611233549638856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4960611233549638856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4960611233549638856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-list-1.html' title='random list #1'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-7172519048860491738</id><published>2008-03-26T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T03:55:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%5Burl=http://www.glitter-graphics.com%5D%5Bimg%5Dhttp://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/680/680292qk9goo9ar7.jpg%5B/img%5D%5B/url%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/%5Burl=http://www.glitter-graphics.com%5D%5Bimg%5Dhttp://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/680/680292qk9goo9ar7.jpg%5B/img%5D%5B/url%5D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/680/680292qk9goo9ar7.jpg" width="450" height="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target="_blank"&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;weird crayons?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hehe.. ouh nga eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;pero.. i think mas weird ka..=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-7172519048860491738?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/7172519048860491738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=7172519048860491738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7172519048860491738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7172519048860491738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/03/weird.html' title='weird?..'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-4124612659677240710</id><published>2008-03-18T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:57:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TREES..=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whisperingcraneinstitute.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/dancin-tree.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=400"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://whisperingcraneinstitute.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/dancin-tree.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=400" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 633px; height: 373px;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;gs2 ku Lng pu i-share 2ng poem n 2.. nkk2wa kxe.. hehe.. aun..=]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREES by Joyce Kilmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style=""&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; that I shall never see&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A poem lovely as a tree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A tree that looks at God all day,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A tree that may in summer wear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A nest of robins in her hair;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who intimately lives with rain.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Poems are made by fools like me,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But only God can make a tree.&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/2765723138725592232-4124612659677240710?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/4124612659677240710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=4124612659677240710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4124612659677240710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4124612659677240710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/03/gs2-ku-lng-pu-i-share-2ng-poem-n-2.html' title='TREES..=]'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-4858979106833291074</id><published>2008-03-18T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:26:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story behind the song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/picturetakerlol/emo/gun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/picturetakerlol/emo/gun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ok, so at a concert, the lead singer of Flyleaf explained what the song "Cassie" was about. She said that"Cassie" is a song about dying for what you believe in, named after the girl Cassie from the Columbine shooting, she stood up for what she believed in, and when she was asked if she believed in God, she said yes, and the shooter shot her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Artist: Flyleaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Song: Cass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;To save her life or take it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;The answer no to avoid death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;The answer yes would make it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;To remember her last sentence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;She answered him knowing what would happen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Her last words still hanging in the air&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;In the air&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;I will die&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;I, I will say yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Say yes to pull the trigger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Written on the bullet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;And Cassie pulled the trigger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Do you believe in God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;And I will pull the trigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-4858979106833291074?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/4858979106833291074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=4858979106833291074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4858979106833291074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4858979106833291074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-behind-song.html' title='the story behind the song..'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa148/picturetakerlol/emo/th_gun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-478512336190268953</id><published>2008-03-16T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:39:51.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 unbelievable facts..=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/R93Z2id8y9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/MkGko3Gxqs0/s1600-h/ha...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/R93Z2id8y9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/MkGko3Gxqs0/s200/ha...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178534677534526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. If you are struck by lightning, your skin will be heated to 28,000 degrees Centigrade, hotter than the surface of the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. If you trace your family tree back 25 generations, you will have 33,554,432 direct ancestors – assuming no incest was involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The average distance between the stars in the sky is 20 million miles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. It would take a modern spaceship 70,000 years to get to the nearest star to earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. An asteroid wiped out every single dinosaur in the world, but not a single species of toad or salamander was affected. No one knows why, nor why the crocodiles and tortoises survived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. If you dug a well to the centre of the Earth, and dropped a brick in it, it would take 45 minutes to get to the bottom – 4,000 miles down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Your body sheds 10 billion flakes of skin every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. The Earth weighs 6,500 million million million tons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Honey is the only food consumed by humans that doesn’t go off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. The Hawaiian alphabet has only 12 letters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. A donkey can sink into quicksand but a mule can’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Every time you sneeze your heart stops a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. There are 22 miles more canals in Birmingham UK than in Venice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Potato crisps were invented by a Mr Crumm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Facetious and abstemious contain all the vowels in their correct order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Eskimoes have hundreds of words for snow but none for hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. The word “set” has the most definitions in the English language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating its letters is uncopyrightable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Windmills always turn counter-clockwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. The “Sixth Sick Sheik’s Sixth Sheep’s Sick” is the hardest tongue-twister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. The longest English word without a vowel is twyndyllyngs which means "twins". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;22. 1 x 8 + 1 = 9; 12 x 8 + 2 = 98; 123 x 8 + 3 = 987; 1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876; 12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765; 123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654; 1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543; 12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432; 123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. The word "dreamt" is the only common word in the English language that ends in "mt". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Albert Einstein never wore any socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;25. The average human will eat 8 spiders while asleep in their lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;26. In space, astronauts cannot cry because there is no gravity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Hummingbirds are the only creatures that can fly backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;28. An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Cockroaches can live 9 days without their heads before they starve to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;30. A flamingo can eat only when its head is upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;31. The lighter was invented before the match. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;32. It is physically impossible for pigs to look up at the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;33. The average person has over 1,460 dreams a year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Scientists with high-speed cameras have discovered that rain drops are not tear shaped but rather look like hamburger buns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;35. The first Internet domain name ever registered was Symbolics.com on March 15, 1985. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;36. When Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone back in 1876, only six phones were sold in the first month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Approximately 7.5% of all office documents get lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Business.com is currently the most expensive domain name sold: for $7.5 million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;39. In 2001, the five most valuable brand names in order were Coca-Cola, Microsoft, IBM, GE, and Nokia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;40. In Canada, the most productive day of the working week is Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;41. In a study by the University of Chicago in 1907, it was concluded that the easiest colour to spot is yellow. This is why John Hertz, who is the founder of the Yellow Cab Company picked cabs to be yellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;42. It takes about 63,000 trees to make the newsprint for the average Sunday edition of The New York Times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;43. On average a business document is copied 19 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;44. The largest employer in the world is the Indian railway system in India, employing over 1.6 million people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;45. Warner Chappel Music owns the copyright to the song "Happy Birthday." They make over $1 million in royalties every year from the commercial use of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;46. All babies are colour-blind when they are born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Children grow faster in the springtime than any other season during the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Each nostril of a human being registers smells in a different way. Smells that are made from the right nostril are more pleasant than the left. However, smells can be detected more accurately when made by the left nostril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Humans are born with 350 bones in their body, however when a person reaches adulthood they only have 206 bones. This occurs because many of them join together to make a single bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;50. May babies are on average 200 grams heavier than babies born in other months.&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/2765723138725592232-478512336190268953?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/478512336190268953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=478512336190268953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/478512336190268953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/478512336190268953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/03/50-unbelievable-facts.html' title='50 unbelievable facts..=]'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/R93Z2id8y9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/MkGko3Gxqs0/s72-c/ha...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-7183560254857295166</id><published>2008-01-25T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:07:55.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm soOoo tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/R5nCp_ADa2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TQjfRSlPbJg/s1600-h/Img00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/R5nCp_ADa2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TQjfRSlPbJg/s320/Img00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159368874671696738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;haii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kpgod pLa umiyak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;kpgod mag drma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i pray..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sna mwLa n 2ng somthng sa heart ku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i can't srve my God 2 d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fulLest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lord, soRry..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gs2 ku ng mging maaus uLet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ung k2Lad dati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haii..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;uko n mhrpan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;gn2 ung fEeLing ku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-parng meron akung open wound n snscratch ng isng tao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-para kung nka kapit xa edge tpus mei nagsStep sa kmay ku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-para kung crushd stone tpus inaApk-apkan xa road..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;gs2ng gs2 ku ng mging mainit uLet keh Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;pero parng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pnpgiLan&lt;/span&gt; aku ng mga tao around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;bkt pu kya gnun?..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heLp&lt;/span&gt;?.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-7183560254857295166?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/7183560254857295166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=7183560254857295166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7183560254857295166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7183560254857295166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-soooo-tired.html' title='i&apos;m soOoo tired..'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/R5nCp_ADa2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/TQjfRSlPbJg/s72-c/Img00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-3577453734118928305</id><published>2007-11-05T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:07:42.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaahh..</title><content type='html'>i rili enjoyd the break!!&lt;br /&gt;weeh.. at last, nkauwi dn.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpnta kmeng ilocos nung 31 pra magbkaxon.. grbe.. kpagod.. pero super enjoy!!=) umalis kmi ng house nung 31 pero nkdtng kme s ilocos nov.1 nah!!..haha.. 12 hrs kxe ung trip.. haizt.. grbe.. wawa ung drver nmen( ay, c papa pla..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;nagstay kme s Saud beach resort and hotel.. mgnda ung hotel pero nd ok ung fud... hehe..(mag coment dw b s fud?! anyway..)kya nag resort hopng nlng kme para s fud..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, aun.. swming 2 d max..(kaht mejo rainy..) hehe.. tpos build ng sand castle..enjoy!! srap tlga mkpag bond wd family lalo n pag away from home..hehe..jwk..LOL! pero ung fvrt part q ng vcation nmen is ung pag gala all around pgudpud.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srap ng bngay ni Lord n break.. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-3577453734118928305?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/3577453734118928305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>last bonding w ith KC and ate rhea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RybcOVhtK-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/irimXTDiX4o/s1600-h/last+bonding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RybcOVhtK-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/irimXTDiX4o/s320/last+bonding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127027364662684642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizt.. alis n c kc today.. pero ok lng.. atleast nka bonding kme kninang umga.. haha.. ang kulet nga n kc eh, pinunthan p q s haus.. haha.. psawai.. pero supr enjoy tlga kme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pmunta kme s park.. aun, supr kwn2han.. hehe.. gs2ng gs2 tlga nmen pasukn ung mga model haus, kaxo katakut ung mga guard.. pero pumaxok pdn kme.. hehe.. aun, fineel namen ung haus.. haha.. tpos, umupo kme dun s grass.. tpos kwn2han.. bglang dumaan ung guard, hbang nilalaro nmen ung grass.. sb b nman smen: "DPAT DNALA NEO N DIN UNG GUNTING PARA KAU N DIN GUMUPIT NG MGA DAMO JAN.." haha.. pazawai nuh?.. pero ok lng.. enjoi pdn kme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpos nun, pmunta n kme s haus nla kc.. then, dun kme tumamby sa rum nea.. nag punta s cr c ate rhea.. c kc nman knuha ung charger nea.. tpos aqu, naiwan s rum.. bglang nag-on ung aircon.. wwaaaahhh... ngulat tlga q.. nkktkut.. hehe... tnanong q kla kc jkng cnu nag-on.. sb nla nd dw cla.. eh nd dn nman aq.. haha...(nd p q takut mxado..) tpos tnanong q kung automatic b ung aircon.. sb nla nd daw... waaahh.. ntaku tloy aq.. hehe.. pero nung nbasa q ung artcle s blog n kc (&lt;a href="http://www.kc1221.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.kc1221.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;  ).. nllko lng pla nla q.. haha.. automatic pla tlga ung aircon.. haha.. psawai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tpos..pnakialmn nmen ung mga make-up n kc.. haha.. ala mgawa.. tpos aun, kwn2han 2 d max.. haha... supr enjoy tlga nkpag-bonding sknlang dlawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizt.. mam-miss q tlga c kc.. hehe..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-861675018799789497?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/861675018799789497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=861675018799789497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/861675018799789497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/861675018799789497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is what pulls me up&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all that draws me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes to the Maker&lt;br /&gt;Of the mountains I can climb&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes to the Calmer&lt;br /&gt;Get 5 Free Song Downloads with Rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;Of the oceans raging wild&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes to the Healer&lt;br /&gt;Of the hurt I hold inside&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my God, let Mercy sing&lt;br /&gt;Her melody over me&lt;br /&gt;God, right here all I bring&lt;br /&gt;Is all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause You are and You were and You will be forever&lt;br /&gt;The Lover I need to save me&lt;br /&gt;Cause You fashioned the earth and You hold it together, God&lt;br /&gt;So hold me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-2079164779880817208?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/2079164779880817208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=2079164779880817208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/2079164779880817208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/2079164779880817208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-lift-my-eyes.html' title='i will lift my eyes..'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-6423755814284815440</id><published>2007-10-07T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T05:13:43.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para kay LORD...</title><content type='html'>uhm..gus2 q lng po ishare un nangyri nung last angkla...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkla night...scene n nmen, exctd n kme lhat!!haha!! eh di knarga n q n JD, paakyat n kme ng stage..eh mjo mbaba p nman ung bbong ng stage..(bbong nga b ung twag dun?anway..) d q inexpect n mauuntog aq!! haha..nauntog aq pagka step n jd sa hgdan.. hehe, d n q nkap react, xmpre.. kxe pwde i-drop ung character...hehe...pro aus lng, para kay Lord nman eh.. tska d nman mxdo msakit, mejo lng...ahehe!! tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lng po...hehe..Godbls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-6423755814284815440?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/6423755814284815440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=6423755814284815440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6423755814284815440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6423755814284815440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-kay-lord.html' title='Para kay LORD...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-3974091106278833569</id><published>2007-09-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:14:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some interesting facts...</title><content type='html'>Here are some interesting, but true facts, that you may or may not have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Statue of Liberty's index finger is eight feet long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rain has never been recorded in some parts of the Atacama Desert in Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A 75 year old person will have slept about 23 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Boeing 747's wing span is longer than the Wright brother's first flight.(the Wright brother's invented the airplane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are as many chickens on earth as there are humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One type of hummingbird weighs less than a penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The word "set " has the most number of definitions in the English language - 192&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Slugs have four noses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sharks can live up to 100 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mosquitos are more attracted to the color blue than any other color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Kangaroos can't walk backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. About 75 acres of pizza are eaten in in the U.S. everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The largest recorded snowflake was 15in wide and 8in thick. It fell in Montana in 1887&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The tip of a bullwhip moves so fast that the sound it makes is actually a tiny sonic boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Former president Bill Clinton only sent 2 emails in his entire 8 year presidency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Koalas and humans are the only animals that have finger prints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. There are 200,000,000 insects for every one human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery had in it to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The world's largest Montessori school is in India, with 26,312 students in 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Octopus have three hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you ate too many carrots, you'd turn orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The average person spends two weeks waiting for a traffic light to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. 1 in 2,000,000,000 people will live to be 116 or old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The body has 2-3 million sweat glands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Sperm whales have the biggest brains; 20 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Tiger shark embroyos fight each other in their mother's womb. The survivor is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Most cats are left pawed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. 250 people have fallen off the Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A Blue whale's tongue weighs more than an elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You use 14 muscles to smile and 43 to frown. Keep Smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Bamboo can grow up to 3 ft in 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. An eyeball weighs about 1 ounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Bone is five times stronger than steel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-3974091106278833569?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/3974091106278833569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=3974091106278833569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/3974091106278833569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/3974091106278833569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-interesting-facts.html' title='some interesting facts...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-307799065700905219</id><published>2007-09-28T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:46:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Headed Turtle - haha! ang cute..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mr-PNhz6Xhg/Rvzlm_XeucI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rbh7m4xAv70/s400/twoheadsturtle_175x125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mr-PNhz6Xhg/Rvzlm_XeucI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rbh7m4xAv70/s400/twoheadsturtle_175x125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two Headed Turtle - Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say two heads are better than one, but this rare turtle doesn't seem to know whether it's coming or going - slowly, either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two-headed red slider turtle has turned up at a reptile centre in Pennsylvania, where owners are amazed by its freak appearance. The unnamed curiosity has two heads on opposite sides of a single shell, as well as six legs and a combined tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collector in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, passed the freak of nature to Big Al's Aquarium Supercenter in East Norriton. Jay Jacobi, the shop's exotic reptile manager, said: "The two heads seem to have their own thoughts, operating independently. "But sometimes they seem to put their two heads together and move in the same direction, feed together, walk together." Three names are in the running for the turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These include Gemini, after the Zodian twins symbol, and Blinky, the name of a three-eyed, radioactive fish in an episode of The Simpsons. The store is also pondering calling the turtle Limerick, after a nuclear plant in the region, or Them. A two-headed tortoise was found in South Africa in 2003, with another turning in Dorset the following year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;impossible? in God, everything's possible...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-307799065700905219?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/307799065700905219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=307799065700905219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/307799065700905219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/307799065700905219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-headed-turtle-haha-ang-cute.html' title='Two Headed Turtle - haha! ang cute..=)'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mr-PNhz6Xhg/Rvzlm_XeucI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rbh7m4xAv70/s72-c/twoheadsturtle_175x125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-5159406980227562794</id><published>2007-09-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:09:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=) pictures...hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fpurplerencie%2Falbumid%2F5115467547124414689%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="192" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-5159406980227562794?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/5159406980227562794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=5159406980227562794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5159406980227562794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5159406980227562794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures-during-pangayaw-and-angkla.html' title='=) pictures...hmmm...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-484717337481704345</id><published>2007-09-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:06:17.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waaah!!! o-r-e-o</title><content type='html'>gus2ng gus2 q na ng oreo!!!&lt;br /&gt;waaah... bket b nd aq mkbli ng oreo??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...oreo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;gus2 q tlga ng oreo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nkakaiyak, ubos n kxe stock q!!!&lt;br /&gt;waaahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:pag mey oreo kau, share neo sakin ah?...&lt;br /&gt;            hehe...jowk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;o0&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;rR&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;0o&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/2765723138725592232-484717337481704345?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/484717337481704345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=484717337481704345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/484717337481704345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/484717337481704345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/waaah-o-r-e-o.html' title='waaah!!! o-r-e-o'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-5921544795181185924</id><published>2007-09-24T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:10:48.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Short, Eternity isn’t.    -God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="paragraph"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you know what will happen tomorrow? For your life is like the morning fog – it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="paragraph" align="right"&gt;James 4:14&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="paragraph"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG03P01" target="_blank"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt; tells us that life is short in comparison to &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?id=HCI01P01" target="_blank"&gt;eternity&lt;/a&gt;.  Take a quiet moment and think about the concept of &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?id=HCI01P01" target="_blank"&gt;eternity&lt;/a&gt;. It’s life never-ending…. never. It’s a strange concept from our human viewpoint. We are used to everything having a beginning and an end. Never-ending makes us all wonder what we will do in a never-ending situation. Perhaps we will get bored. Perhaps its perpetual torment. Perhaps we simply sit on fluffy white clouds, harp in hand, singing away. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="paragraph"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG03P01" target="_blank"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt; urges us to take &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?id=HCI01P01" target="_blank"&gt;eternity&lt;/a&gt; seriously.  It states clearly that there IS life after death.  Life with &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; in Heaven or life away from &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; in Hell. Either way, eternity does exist.  Your life, according to the &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG03P01" target="_blank"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt;, is but a vapor. Some &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG03P01" target="_blank"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt; translations use the word "smoke" or "fog". The allegory is that the few short years we live life on earth disappears quickly before we enter into &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?id=HCI01P01" target="_blank"&gt;eternity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="paragraph"&gt;If that is our time on earth then it makes a lot of sense to take this puff of time and focus it on &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?id=HCI01P01" target="_blank"&gt;eternity&lt;/a&gt;.  Where will you spend &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?id=HCI01P01" target="_blank"&gt;eternity&lt;/a&gt;? Sooner or later that is the question all of us must ask ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-5921544795181185924?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/5921544795181185924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=5921544795181185924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5921544795181185924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5921544795181185924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-short-eternity-isnt-god.html' title='Life is Short, Eternity isn’t.    -God'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-8035492653047835734</id><published>2007-09-24T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:08:13.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One nation under me.    -God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="paragraph"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...if My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from Heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="paragraph" align="right"&gt;2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="paragraph"&gt;A nation is a people who share common customs, origins, history, etc.  &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; loves people and He talks about nations all the time in the &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG03P01" target="_blank"&gt;Bible&lt;/a&gt;, there are nations &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; blesses, there are nations &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; punishes, there are nations &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; admires and there are nations that break His heart.  &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; says that if a nation would simply recognize that it is not &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; and humble itself, He would bless that nation. This lesson can easily be applied to each of us personally. We all have a tendency to think we are more important, independent, powerful and intelligent then we really are and that can get us in trouble. Let’s heed the advice, be humble, recognize that &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; and we are not.  Oh, don’t forget to pray for your nation, if it heeds the same advice, &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; will bless it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-8035492653047835734?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/8035492653047835734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=8035492653047835734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8035492653047835734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8035492653047835734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-nation-under-me-god.html' title='One nation under me.    -God'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-2787926034558938184</id><published>2007-09-24T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T06:07:01.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you. I love you. I love you.    -God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What is &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;? Almost every popular song mentions the concept; most movies and TV shows do as well. But often they aren’t talking about real &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;‘love”&lt;/a&gt; they profess is a selfish feeling with no depth. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You see, real &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; isn’t merely a feeling—it’s a decision, an act of the will. &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; determines to care about another person, even if that &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; is not reciprocated. It’s a commitment that doesn’t change or fade if the desired result is not gained. It’s a sacrifice. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Real &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; is what God’s Son, &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt;, displayed for the world when He &lt;em&gt;chose &lt;/em&gt; to sacrifice Himself for all of us. &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God &lt;/a&gt;did not have to give up &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P01" target="_blank"&gt;His Son&lt;/a&gt; as a sacrifice for us, but He did! He knows that we don’t deserve it. He knows the bad thoughts we entertain. He knows every awful thing about us, yet He&lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt; loves&lt;/a&gt; us. &lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P09" target="_blank"&gt;The Lord &lt;/a&gt;of absolutely everything, who knew us before we were born, has decided to &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; us. We mess up again and again; we fall short and still, He loves. &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt; is committed to us, and He will faithfully forgive, unconditionally accept, and perfectly &lt;a href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; us always. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Does that change your perspective on&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.godspeaks.com/player.asp?ID=WIG05P05" target="_blank"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.godspeaks.com/questions.asp?ID=WIG01P01" target="_blank"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has decided to love you! What have you decided?&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/2765723138725592232-2787926034558938184?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/2787926034558938184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=2787926034558938184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/2787926034558938184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/2787926034558938184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-you-i-love-you-i-love-you-god.html' title='I love you. I love you. I love you.    -God'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-948870695605006695</id><published>2007-09-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:30:56.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if we could shrink the earth's population...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dmJqVdnTJR8/RpSyxeHF-VI/AAAAAAAAABg/gnaFHJLYc5I/s320/Childrens%27%2520faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dmJqVdnTJR8/RpSyxeHF-VI/AAAAAAAAABg/gnaFHJLYc5I/s320/Childrens%27%2520faces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following. There would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;57 Asians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;21 Europeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;8 would be Africans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;52 would be female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;48 would be male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;70 would be non-white30 would be white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;70 would be non-Christian30 would be Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;89 would be heterosexual11 would be homosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;80 would live in substandard housing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;70 would be unable to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;50 would suffer from malnutrition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(ONE)1 would be near death;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(ONE)1 would be near birth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(ONE)1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(ONE)1 (yes, only 1) would own a computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, therefore . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all. As you read this and are reminded how life is in the rest of the world, remember just how blessed you really are!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-948870695605006695?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/948870695605006695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=948870695605006695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/948870695605006695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/948870695605006695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-we-could-shrink-earths-population.html' title='if we could shrink the earth&apos;s population...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dmJqVdnTJR8/RpSyxeHF-VI/AAAAAAAAABg/gnaFHJLYc5I/s72-c/Childrens%27%2520faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-8290168709866208118</id><published>2007-09-23T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:05:47.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason to live (credits to Thompson D Cherian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://people.ku.edu/%7Ekennedy1/Images/Sister%20and%20brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://people.ku.edu/%7Ekennedy1/Images/Sister%20and%20brother.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was on my way to my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the bus so bored alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Taking my time thinking of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Finding it so hard to go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The rain has started to flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Was dropping down at the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was so misty and cold inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Again I felt so tired and sighed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then we had a small stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So I thought to have a cup of Hot tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;While I was having its warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Everything became cold by what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was a night a never forget,&lt;br /&gt;Because of the sight that makes me regret.&lt;br /&gt;That burns your heart and you soul.&lt;br /&gt;And melts your to make tears flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There beside an old r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ugged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I saw a girl with a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So young was she with her brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With a blanket of sack around like a wet feather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I could see it clear they were trembling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So wet were they so shivering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It made me forget all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just couldn't figure what I could do along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I took my time go to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gave them my blanket and some coins to spare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But what made me break down at spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Was the stare the girl gave at a nod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Even though rain pouring down her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I could see a tear flowing along the maze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No words were need to explain why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What made her happy that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I got on to my bus and saw them walk by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Giving the coins and have some food to dine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It gave me a happiness like never before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And a reason to live along this fallen world along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-8290168709866208118?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/8290168709866208118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=8290168709866208118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8290168709866208118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8290168709866208118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/reason-to-live-credits-to-thompson-d.html' title='A reason to live (credits to Thompson D Cherian)'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-1799860362726469662</id><published>2007-09-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:58:35.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's got an un4gtable mother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/archive/GGEbMotherPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/archive/GGEbMotherPhoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My Mother taught me LOGIC... "If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can't go to the store with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me MEDICINE... "If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they're going to freeze that way." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD... "If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me ESP... "Put your sweater on; don't you think that I know when you're cold?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE... "What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you...Don't talk back to me!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me HUMOR... "When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT... "If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about GENETICS... "You are just like your father!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about my ROOTS... "Do you think you were born in a barn?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE... "When you get to be my age, you will understand." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION... "Just wait until your father gets home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother taught me about RECEIVING... "You are going to get it when we get home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my all time favorite thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My mother taught me about JUSTICE... "One day you will have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU..then you'll see what it's like."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nicknote: And u know what? EVERY Mom has probably said that last one. And it works out just the way she hoped......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-1799860362726469662?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/1799860362726469662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=1799860362726469662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/1799860362726469662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/1799860362726469662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/everyones-got-un4gtable-mother.html' title='everyone&apos;s got an un4gtable mother...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-2146796766833058257</id><published>2007-09-23T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:31:30.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>I can't go on..it's too sad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.photo.net/photo/3414346-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://thumbs.photo.net/photo/3414346-sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The following true story is From Philip Yancy's book "Reaching for the Invisible God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My wife leads a weekly "Christian circle" at a nursing home. An Alzheimer's patient named Betsy faithfully attends, led there by a staff worker, and sits through the hour. Betsy is slender, with snow-white hair, blue eyes, and a pleasant smile. Every week Janet introduces herself, and every week Betsy responds as if she's never seen her before. When other people interact in the group or laugh at some little joke, Betsy smiles a distant, disarming smile. Mostly she sits quietly, vacant-eyed, enjoying the change of scenery from her room but comprehending nothing of the discussion going on around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After a few weeks, Janet learned that Betsy has retained the ability to read. Often, she carries with her a postcard her daughter sent her several months before, which she pores over as if it came in yesterday's mail. She has no comprehension of what she is reading and will repeat the same line over and over, like a stuck record, until someone prompts her to move on. But on a good day she can read a passage straight through in a clear, strong voice. Janet began calling on her each week to read a hymn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One Friday the senior citizens, who prefer older hymns they remember from childhood, selected "The Old Rugged Cross" for Betsy to read. "&lt;em&gt;On a hill far away stands an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame&lt;/em&gt;," she began, and stopped. She suddenly got agitated. "I can't go on! It's too sad! Too sad!" she said. Some of the seniors gasped. Others stared at her, dumbfounded. In years of living at the home, not once had Betsy shown the ability to put words together meaningfully. Now, obviously, she did understand.Janet calmed her: "That's fine, Betsy. You don't have to keep reading if you don't want to."After a pause, though, she started reading again, and stopped at the same place. A tear made a trail down each check. "I can't go on! It's too sad!" she said, unaware she had said the same thing two minutes ago. She tried again, and again reacted with a sudden shock of recognition, grief, and the exact same words.Since the meeting had drawn to a close, the other seniors moved away, heading for the cafeteria or their rooms. They moved quietly, as if in church, glancing over their shoulders in awe at Betsy workers who had come to rearrange the furniture stopped in their tracks and stared. No one had ever seen Betsy in a state resembling lucidity.Finally, when Betsy seemed tranquil, Janet led her to the elevator to return her to her room. To her amazement Betsy began singing the hymn from memory. The words came in breathy, chopped phrases, and she could barely carry the tune, but anyone could recognize the hymn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross&lt;br /&gt;The emblem of suffering and shame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;New tears fell, but this time Betsy kept going, still from memory, gaining strength as she sang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I love that old cross where the dearest and best&lt;br /&gt;For a world of lost sinners was slain.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,&lt;br /&gt;Till my trophies at last I lay down;&lt;br /&gt;I will cling to the old rugged cross,&lt;br /&gt;And exchange it some day for a crown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Somewhere in that tattered mind, damaged neurons had tapped into a network of old connections to resurrect a pattern of meaning for Betsy In her confusion, two things only stood out: suffering and shame. Those two words summarize the human condition, the condition she lives in every day of her sad life. Who knows more suffering and shame than Betsy? For her, the hymn answered that question: Jesus does.The hymn ends, and the Christian story ends, with the promise that redemption will one day be complete, that God will vindicate himself with a burst of re-creative power, that personal knowledge of God will be as certain as the most intimate relationships we know on earth. "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Christian story ends with the promise that Betsy will one day get a new mind…"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yancey, Philip. Reaching for the Invisible God. Grand Rapids, Zondervan Publishing House, 2000, p. 286-288.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-2146796766833058257?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/2146796766833058257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=2146796766833058257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/2146796766833058257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/2146796766833058257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-cant-go-onits-too-sad.html' title='I can&apos;t go on..it&apos;s too sad!'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-994357308225767921</id><published>2007-09-23T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:31:43.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>at the barber shop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://journal.aiga.org/Resources/SymbolSigns/gif_large/32_barbershop_beautysalon_inv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://journal.aiga.org/Resources/SymbolSigns/gif_large/32_barbershop_beautysalon_inv.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I don’t believe that God exists.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Why do you say that?” asked the customer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?&lt;br /&gt;Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can’t imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: “You know what? Barbers do not exist.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber. “I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Exactly!” affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! God, too, DOES exist! That’s what happens when people do not go to Him and don’t look to Him for help. That’s! why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-994357308225767921?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/994357308225767921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=994357308225767921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/994357308225767921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/994357308225767921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-barber-shop.html' title='at the barber shop...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-3701548950869272451</id><published>2007-09-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:31:30.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>kicked for God's sake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;big style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;An evangelist said: "A little girl of eight years was sent on an     errand by her parents. While on her way, she was attracted by the singing of a gospel     meeting in the open air, and drew near. The conductor of the meeting was so struck with     the child's earnestness that he spoke to her, and told her about Jesus. She being the     child of Roman Catholics, did not know much about Him, but the gentleman told her of His     love to her. On returning home her father asked her what had detained her. She told him,     and he cruelly beat her, forbidding her to go to any such meeting again. About a fortnight     afterwards, she was so taken up with what she had previously heard of Jesus, that she     forgot all about her message. She saw the same gentleman, who again told her more about     the Savior. On her return home, she again told her father, as before, where she had been,     and that she had not brought what she had been sent for, but that she had brought Jesus.     Her father was enraged, and kicked the poor little creature until the blood came. She     never recovered from this brutal treatment. Just before she breathed her last, she called     her mother and said: "Mother, I have been praying to Jesus to save you and     father." Then pointing to her little dress, she said: "Mother, cut me a bit out     of the blood-stained piece of my dress." The mother, wondering, did so.     "Now," said the dying child, "Christ shed His blood for my sake, and l am     going to take this to Jesus to show Him that I shed my blood for His sake." Thus she     died, holding firmly the piece of her dress, stained with her own blood. The testimony of     that dear child was the means of leading both father and mother to Christ.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-3701548950869272451?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/3701548950869272451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=3701548950869272451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/3701548950869272451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/3701548950869272451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/kicked-for-gods-sake.html' title='kicked for God&apos;s sake...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-6947035948617863438</id><published>2007-09-23T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T06:31:30.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>A child's answered prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;big  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ang cute ng story, at d same tym nkka-bless...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A little boy about ten years old was standing before a shoe store in Broadway, barefooted,     peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady riding up the street in a     beautiful carriage, drawn by horses finely caparisoned, observed the little fellow in his     forlorn condition, and immediately ordered the driver to draw up and stop in front of the     store. The lady, richly dressed in silk, alighted from her carriage, went quickly to the     boy, and said: " My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that     window?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    "I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the reply. The lady took him     by the hand and went into the store, and asked the proprietor if he would allow one of his     clerks to go and buy half a dozen pair of stockings for the boy. He readily assented. She     then asked him if he could give her a basin of water and a towel, and he replied:     "Certainly," and quickly brought them to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    She took the little fellow to the back part of the store, and, removing her gloves, knelt     down, washed those little-feet and dried them with the towel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    By this time the young man had returned with the stockings. Placing a pair upon his feet,     she purchased and gave him a pair of shoes, and tying up the remaining pairs of stockings,     gave them to him, and patting him on the head said: "I hope, my little fellow, that     you now feel more comfortable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her hand, and looking up in her face, with     tears in his eyes, answered her question with these words: "Are you God's wife?     "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-6947035948617863438?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/6947035948617863438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=6947035948617863438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6947035948617863438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6947035948617863438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/childs-answered-prayer_23.html' title='A child&apos;s answered prayer...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-5746033859846453124</id><published>2007-09-23T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T05:53:16.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><title type='text'>truth about DOTA...(credits to zine2hamster)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just found this article sa isang blog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pnaste q lng po 2 pra ma-share snyo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nD po aq nagsulat n2 ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;truth about DOTA (a satanic game)&lt;br /&gt;ANCIENT – question: who is ancient?&lt;br /&gt;– answer: God but satan disguises&lt;br /&gt;himself and&lt;br /&gt;deceives us, saying&lt;br /&gt;that He is the Ancient one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;who would you think you will defend on&lt;br /&gt;this game? whose defense is this? (with&lt;br /&gt;those&lt;br /&gt;cheats and verbal acknowledgments..&lt;br /&gt;later to be&lt;br /&gt;discussed)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the obvious aims:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-to kill your enemy, to destroy the&lt;br /&gt;tree of&lt;br /&gt;life for sentinel, to destroy the&lt;br /&gt;frozen throne for&lt;br /&gt;scourge, and TO BE BEYOND GODLIKE in&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the real aims:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- worshiping satan through consciously&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the game.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;- because this game is extremely a&lt;br /&gt;deception from satan and you are&lt;br /&gt;actually enjoying&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;THE GAME&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are two bases or teams:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sentinel vs.scourge&lt;br /&gt;Good ones&lt;br /&gt;monsters&lt;br /&gt;Human&lt;br /&gt;dark evil&lt;br /&gt;Weak&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CHEATS:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WHO’S YOUR DADDY&lt;br /&gt;- This is used to become stronger&lt;br /&gt;- But actually this cheat pertains to&lt;br /&gt;admittance&lt;br /&gt;that your father indeed is satan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREED IS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;- To have more money&lt;br /&gt;- In Ecclesiastes 5:10-11 “Those who&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;money will never have enough,, the more&lt;br /&gt;you have.. the more people come to help&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;spend it.”&lt;br /&gt;- It feeds your mind that it’s fine to&lt;br /&gt;love money&lt;br /&gt;because you need it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I SEE DEAD PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;- This allows you to see the map&lt;br /&gt;- The truth behind is that, spiritually&lt;br /&gt;the players&lt;br /&gt;and those who are involved are dead;&lt;br /&gt;they don’t&lt;br /&gt;have real life for they are being used&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;satan to praise him through this game.&lt;br /&gt;Dead&lt;br /&gt;people!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Verbal acknowledgments:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- OMG (Oh my God) The Bible states, “do&lt;br /&gt;not use the name of the Lord in vain!”&lt;br /&gt;- BULLs**t and HOLYs**t need not to&lt;br /&gt;explain&lt;br /&gt;- Good job / Good work when you killed&lt;br /&gt;somebody&lt;br /&gt;you are being congratulated with a good&lt;br /&gt;job or good work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TESTIMONY:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At the dawn of February 26, 2007, my&lt;br /&gt;brother dreamt of 2 dreams.&lt;br /&gt;First, he dreamt that Jesus is showing&lt;br /&gt;how evil&lt;br /&gt;dota is, then he woke up and blurted&lt;br /&gt;out: “ayoko na&lt;br /&gt;magdota!” he fell asleep again and had&lt;br /&gt;his second&lt;br /&gt;dream, he was talking with a friend who&lt;br /&gt;in real life&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t want to play dota anymore, when&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;brother blurted out once again, “ayoko&lt;br /&gt;na&lt;br /&gt;magdota!”, a man came near to him and&lt;br /&gt;laid hands&lt;br /&gt;cursing my brother. When they rebuked&lt;br /&gt;it in Jesus&lt;br /&gt;name, it disappeared. Then, when he&lt;br /&gt;shouted “hindi na ako magdodota kahit&lt;br /&gt;kailan!”&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Maiden (one of those unpleasing&lt;br /&gt;characters in dota) appeared in my&lt;br /&gt;brother and he&lt;br /&gt;told us that it felt like he couldn’t&lt;br /&gt;breathe, my&lt;br /&gt;brother rebuked it in Jesus’ name and&lt;br /&gt;told to&lt;br /&gt;it, “hindi na ako magpapabitag sa&lt;br /&gt;iyo, I belong to Jesus!” Then he woke&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;and ran downstairs. He told everything&lt;br /&gt;to us and&lt;br /&gt;prayed for him. My father helped him&lt;br /&gt;renounce it&lt;br /&gt;and right after he surrendered he&lt;br /&gt;puked, and we&lt;br /&gt;brought him to hospital. But our family&lt;br /&gt;claimed that&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;victorious and satan will never win. He&lt;br /&gt;had a&lt;br /&gt;testimony about his dream the Sunday&lt;br /&gt;after he&lt;br /&gt;experienced it, after he witness, those&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;involved in dota were prayed for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Note: Akala ng lahat laro lang dota,&lt;br /&gt;pero&lt;br /&gt;si Satan&lt;br /&gt;hindi nakikipaglaro. He is using dota&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;pollute&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;minds of our youth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ephesians 4:27&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give devil a chance! If you&lt;br /&gt;ignore&lt;br /&gt;this, it’s&lt;br /&gt;your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;This is the TRUTH. Do not be blind and&lt;br /&gt;do not&lt;br /&gt;harden your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-5746033859846453124?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/5746033859846453124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=5746033859846453124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5746033859846453124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5746033859846453124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/truth-about-dotacredits-to-zine2hamster.html' title='truth about DOTA...(credits to zine2hamster)'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-5109453725522092599</id><published>2007-09-23T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T05:40:14.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an un4gtable angkla...=)</title><content type='html'>It was s2rday, we went to brgy. fatima II pra sa angkla...hmmm cguro mga 3:30 n kme nka alis ng church...pgdting nmen dun sa court ng fatima II, nkta agd nmen ung mga bta dun... mjo ok nman cla, pro nkklungkt kxe mya mya nkta nmen ung mga mllit n bta mey hwak n ng cgrlyo... my heart rly wept nung nkta q ung mga bta... tpos naicp q "Lord, mey pag-asa p nga b?.." tpos nun, pray agd aq pra dun s mga tao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 d play,(aftr ng paga-aus &amp;amp; pagm make-up..) nag pray kmeng lhat ng mga uth ng hell scene... 1st, we lift our hands then sbay sbay kmeng nag pray... prsnaly, grbe tlga ung fling q hbang nagp-pray...tlgang nrmdmn q ung pagbba ng sprit n Lord...^-^ ung prang fling m gus2ng gs2 mng 2malon, bsta...hrap i-explain ng fling nmen hbang nagp-pray... iba tlga ung na-exprience nmen, khit n nkka 3 times n yta nmen pnplay ung angkla, kkaiba tlga ds tym...we r rli blsd by the Lord...&amp;amp; we're so thnkful kxe cnmhan kme n Lord as we act for His glory...d q tlga mkklmtan 2ng angkla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tlgang if u seek theLord whle-hrtdly, He wl rvl Himself 2 u...baet tlga ni Lord...^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-5109453725522092599?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/5109453725522092599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=5109453725522092599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5109453725522092599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/5109453725522092599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/un4gtable-angkla.html' title='an un4gtable angkla...=)'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-6173290547235777373</id><published>2007-09-21T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:00:25.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience and hearing from GOD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.  The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice.  The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.  He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.  But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.  The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that street."  This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.  Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.  At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.  Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Again, he sensed something, " Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel  with some. Are you an Angel?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; He knew that God still answers prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-6173290547235777373?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/6173290547235777373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=6173290547235777373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6173290547235777373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6173290547235777373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/obedience-and-hearing-from-god.html' title='Obedience and hearing from GOD...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-7974325280800368954</id><published>2007-09-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:07:15.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><title type='text'>The Special Delivery (Fictional)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nkka-touch ung story... enjoy reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the Surgeon come out of the operating  room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be O.K.? When can I see him?"  The Surgeon said, "I'm sorry, we did all we could."  Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer, doesn't GOD care any more?  GOD, where were you when my son needed you?"  The Surgeon said, "One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes to let  you spend time with your son's remains before it's transported to the  university". Sally asked that the nurse stay with her while she said Good-bye  to her son.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Sally ran her fingers through his thick red curly hair.  The nurse said, "Would you like a lock of his  hair?"  Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of his hair and put it in a plastic bag and  handed it to Sally. Sally said, "It was Jimmy's idea to give his body to the  university for study. He said it might help  somebody else, and that is  what he wanted. I said, No at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom I won't be using it after I die,  maybe it will help some other little boy to be able to spend one more day  with his mother'". Sally said, "My Jimmy had a  heart of gold, always  thinking of someone else and always wanting to help others if he could".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sally walked out of the Children's Hospital for the last time now after  spending most of the last 6 months there. She sat the bag with Jimmy's  things in it on the seat beside of her in the car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; The drive home was  hard and it was even harder to go into an empty house. She took the bag to  Jimmy's room and started placing the model cars and things back in his  room exactly where he always kept them. She laid down across his bed and  cried herself to sleep holding his pillow. Sally woke up about midnight  and laying beside of her on the bed, was a letter folded up. She opened the letter, it said:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Dear Mom, I know your going to miss me, but don't think that I will ever forget you  or stop loving you because I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I'll think of  you every day mom and I'll love you even more each day. Some day we will  see each other again. If you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so  lonely, he can have my room and my old stuff to play with. If you decide  to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things as us  boys do, so you will have to buy her dolls and  stuff girls like. Don't be  sad when you think about me, this is really a  great place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed  me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; The  angels are so friendly, I love to watch them fly. Jesus doesn't look like any of  the pictures I saw of Him, but I knew it was Him as soon as I saw Him.  Jesus took me to see GOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And guess what mom? I got to sit on GOD'S knee  and talk to Him like I was somebody important. I told GOD that I wanted to  write you a letter and tell you Good-bye and  everything, but I knew that  wasn't allowed. God handed me some paper and his own personal pen to write  you his letter with. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel that is  going to drop this letter off to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;God said for me to give you the  answer to one of the questions you asked Him about. Where was He when I  needed him? God said, "The same place He was when Jesus was on the cross.  He was right there, as He always is with all His children."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, by the way Mom, nobody else can see what is written on this paper but you.  To everyone else, it looks like a blank piece  of paper. I have to give God His pen back now,  he has some more names  to write in the Book Of Life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus  for Supper. I'm sure  the food will be great. I almost forgot to let you  know...Now I  don't hurt anymore, the cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't  stand that pain anymore and God  couldn't stand to see me suffer the pain  either, so He sent The Angel of Mercy to get me.  The Angel said I was  Special Delivery!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Signed with love from:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;God &amp;amp; Jesus &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o*-^o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-7974325280800368954?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/7974325280800368954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=7974325280800368954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7974325280800368954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7974325280800368954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/special-delivery-fictional.html' title='The Special Delivery (Fictional)'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-6327800422003188696</id><published>2007-09-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:17:04.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><title type='text'>God's love letter...=')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RvRmm5ZjuNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1F0tKbivrVg/s1600-h/God%27s+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RvRmm5ZjuNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1F0tKbivrVg/s200/God%27s+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112824295401437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was surfing on the net nung mbasa q to... gus2 q lng i-share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love letter yan ni LORD...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My child,  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; you may not know me, but I know everything about you (Psalm 139:1). I know when you sit down and when you rise up(Psalm 139:2), I am familiar with your ways (Psalm 139:3), even the very hairs on your head are numbered (Matt 10:29-31).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For you were made in my image (Genesis 1:27). In me you live and move and have your being (Acts 17:28), for you are my offspring (Acts 17:28). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived (Jeremiah 1:4-5). I chose you when I planned creation (Ephesians 1:11-12), You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book(Psalm 139:15-16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live (Acts 17:26). You were fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14), I knit you together in your mother's womb (Psalm 139:13), and brought you forth on the day you were born (Psalm 71:6). &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me (John 8:41-44) I am not distant and angry, but I am the complete expression of love (1 John 4:16) and it is my desire to lavish my love on you. (1 John 3:1) Simply because you are my child and I am your Father (1 John 3:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could (Matthew 7:11) For I am the perfect father (Matthew 5:48) Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand (James 1:17) For I am your provider and I meet all your needs (Matthew 6:31-33) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; My plan for your future has always been filled with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Jeremiah 29:11) Because I love you with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3) My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore (Psalms 139:17-18) And I rejoice over you with singing. (Zephaniah 3:17) I will never stop doing good to you (Jeremiah 32:40) For you are my treasured possession (Exodus 19:5) I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul (Jeremiah 32:41) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; And I want to show you great and marvelous things (Jeremiah 33:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me (Deuteronomy 4:29) Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart (Psalm 37:4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires (Philippians 2:13) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine (Ephesians 3:20) For I am your greatest encourager (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17) I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles (2 Corinthians 1:3-4)  When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you (Psalm 34:18) As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart (Isaiah 40:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes (Revelation 21:3-4) And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth (Revelation 21:3-4) I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus (John 17:23) For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed (John 17:26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being (Hebrews 1:3) He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you (Romans 8:31) And to tell you that I am not counting your sins (2 Corinthians 5:18-19) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled (2 Corinthians 5:18-19) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you (1 John 4:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love (Romans 8:31-32) If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me (1 John 2:23) And nothing will ever separate you from my love again (Romans 8:38-39) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen (Luke 15:7) I have always been Father, and will always be Father (Ephesians 3:14-15) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; My question is, will you be my child? (John 1:12-13) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I am waiting for you (Luke 15:11-32) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Your Dad. Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-6327800422003188696?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/6327800422003188696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=6327800422003188696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6327800422003188696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6327800422003188696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/gods-love-letter.html' title='God&apos;s love letter...=&apos;)'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RvRmm5ZjuNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1F0tKbivrVg/s72-c/God%27s+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-4827984741325893698</id><published>2007-09-21T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:10:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The prophecy for Philippines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf "&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_14475.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/14/14475.flv"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf%20" flashvars="flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/14/14475.flv" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord would say to the Philippines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SHAKING EVERYTHING THAT CAN BE SHAKEN, SO NO MAN WOULD GLORY IN WHAT I WILL DO. FOR I HAVE WAITED FOR A GENERATION THAT I COULD RAISE UP A PURITY AND A HOLINESS IN. AND I AM RAISING UP FIREBRANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THERE IS A FORERUNNER ANOINTING COMING UPON THE YOUTH OF THE PHILIPPINES THAT WILL PREPARE THE WAY OF THE LORD EVEN IN THE MIDDLE EAST,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;says the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOK AND SEE WHAT I WILL DO IN MINDANAO FOR I AM GOING TO VISIT IN A WAY THAT YOU CANNOT IMAGINE. I AM COMING TO MINDANAO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;says the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS THE GOD AND THE LORD OF HOSTS, I AM GOING TO START APPEARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The LORD says, AS A SIGN THAT I AM GOING TO TRULY CHANGE THE NATION, I AM GOING TO SHOW MY SELF TO THE GUERILLA LEADERS. AND I AM GOING TO COME. AND I AM GOING TO BEGIN AT THE PLACES IN THE PHILIPPINES THAT HAVE BEEN THE BLOODIEST, THE PLACES WHERE THE GUERILLAS INSURRECTION HAVE BEEN THE STRONGEST. AND I AM GOING TO COME WITH SIGNS AND WONDERS AND MIRACLES. AND I AM GETTING READY TO POUR OUT A MIRACLE ANOINTING UPON THE PHILIPPINES SUCH AS THE EARTH HAS NEVER SEEN. FOR INDONESIA, THEY HAD A RUSHING MIGHTY WIND. BUT IN THE PHILIPPINES, THEY WILL HAVE THE FIRE FROM HEAVEN THAT WILL BEGIN TO FALL. THIS WILL BE A PURGING FIRE. AND I WILL SAY, I WILL VISIT EVEN AS IF IN A DAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;says GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT THINK I AM NOT ABLE TO COME IN A DAY AND BEGIN TO UNRAVEL THE INIQUITIES OF THE NATION,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;says the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM GOING TO VISIT THE MILITARY. I AM GETTING READY TO COME AMONG THE YOUNG MILITARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the LORD says, THERE'S GOING TO BE A REVOLUTION OF RIGHTEOUSNESS THAT COMES WITHIN THE MILITARY. I'M GETTING READY TO DETHRONE EVERYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE DETHRONED, FOR EVEN THE BOWLS OF HEAVEN ARE FULL. OH, I SEE BOWLS OF HEAVEN IN HEAVEN ARE JUST GETTING READY TO BE TIPPED OVER THE PHILIPPINES. AND I'M GOING TO SPILL OUT MY GLORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the LORD says, I WILL REMOVE THE SHAME THAT SATAN HAS TRIED TO PUT UPON THIS NATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the LORD says, LOOK AND SEE FOR EVEN THE BLOOD OF THE MARTYRS CRIES OUT FROM SAUDI ARABIA. THE BLOOD OF THE MARTYRS CRIES OUT FROM THOSE ISLAMIC NATIONS AND MY FILIPINO PEOPLE THAT HAVE LAID THEIR LIVES DOWN. DO NOT THINK I HAVEN'T SEEN. DO NOT THINK I AM LOOKING AWAY. DO NOT THINK I DO NOT SEE YOU, PHILIPPINES, FOR I SEE YOU. YOU ARE THE APPLE OF MY EYE. YOU ARE A TREASURE UNTO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the LORD says, THIS IS THE DAY AND THIS IS THE HOUR WHEN I BEGIN TO CHANGE EVERYTHING. I'M GOING TO CHANGE THE JUDICIAL SYSTEM. I'M GOING THE DETHRONE CORRUPT JUDGES. I'M GETTING READY TO DEAL WITH THE POLICE FORCE. I'M GOING TO BEGIN TO EXPOSE, EXPOSE, EXPOSE, EXPOSE. LOOK AND SEE WHAT I WILL DO. FOR I WILL OPEN THE TREASURE CHEST FROM THE PHILIPPNES AND IM GOING THE BEGIN TO RELEASE FINANCE FROM THE PHILIPPINES THAT WILL SURPRISE AND SHAKE HONGKONG. FOR I AM GETTING READY TO MOVE A DISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH. AND I'M GETTING READY TO OPEN THE OIL. I AM GETTING READY TO OPEN THAT WHICH IS IN THE OCEAN. I AM GETTING READY TO BRING FORTH A REVOLUTION EVEN IN THE ECONOMIC SYSTEMS, IN THE FINANCE SYSTEMS. LOOK TO THE UNIVERSITIES IN MANILA. FOR I WILL BRING A REVIVAL. NOT HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS ARE TO GET SAVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The LORD says, CAN I TOUCH A WHOLE UNIVERSITY? YES, I CAN TOUCH THE WHOLE UNIVERSITY. I CAN COME WITH MY GLORY AND I CAN COME WITH MY POWER IN WAYS THAT YOU CANNOT IMAGINE. FOR I AM COMING. I AM COMING AND I WILL REMAIN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;says the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-4827984741325893698?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/4827984741325893698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=4827984741325893698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4827984741325893698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4827984741325893698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/prophecy-for-philippines.html' title='The prophecy for Philippines...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-8220956454511407367</id><published>2007-09-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:17:19.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evrydy life'/><title type='text'>grbe... kpagod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GREEN TEAM!! GREEN TEAM!! LUMOT?! LUMOT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(looks like i had a hangover...wahehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yesterday, our skul had a science sportfest called "SCIENCE FAIR"(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;anung konek?!&lt;/span&gt;) =P ... green ung clor ng cluster nmen... hehe, anyway,.. i was the 2nd yr rprsentative of our cluster pra sa science treasure hunting...at first, i was really xcited,..but nung nkita q kung gno k init sa field, prang nlungkt aqo... hehe, prang tnmad n mglro... hehe... anyway, la n q choice but to play... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;at first, enjoy nman khit nkkpgod... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; lkad lkad, hnap ng clue, kuha ng vector, sgot ng questions...hbang nsa putikn&lt;/span&gt;..hehe, eeew(joke!)... ok lng...laro parin...lkad lkad, hnap ng clue, kuha ng vector, sagot ng questions... un lng gnwa q wd my groupm8s 4 about &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2 hours!!&lt;/span&gt; hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;unfrtnately, we only got 30 points, b'coz of the committee's fault, i guess( kxe mali ung vector n bngay nla s group nmen...pro k lng...) pro enjoy parin nman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;aftr playing, i went upstairs to our room for a rest... hehe, kpagod kxe tlga... then, kmain aq ng &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt;(for lunch..) =P...grbe npgod tlga aq...=/&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/2765723138725592232-8220956454511407367?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/8220956454511407367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=8220956454511407367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8220956454511407367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/8220956454511407367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/grbe-kpagod.html' title='grbe... kpagod...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-7294290122283230807</id><published>2007-09-14T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:30:17.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RutDfHs2hHI/AAAAAAAAACA/62qD6afLrx0/s1600-h/follow+d+lder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RutDfHs2hHI/AAAAAAAAACA/62qD6afLrx0/s200/follow+d+lder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110252404104135794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; This page is created by me to warn you that the end of time is coming. As a witness of Jesus Christ, I therefore quote the following verses from the Holy Bible(God's words) in evidence to prove that indeed Jesus Christ is coming back once again for His Church. Open your eyes and observe what has been going on in our world today, as I reveal a passage from the bible quoting this truth, even long before we were born.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"And you will hear of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not troubled; for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and kill you, and you will be hated by all nations for My name’s (Jesus’s) sake. And then many will be offended, will betray one another, and will hate one another. Then many false prophets will rise up and deceive many. And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But he who endures to the end shall be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the entire world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; -Quoted from Matthew 24:6 -14 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thank you very much for reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-7294290122283230807?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/7294290122283230807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=7294290122283230807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7294290122283230807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/7294290122283230807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RutDfHs2hHI/AAAAAAAAACA/62qD6afLrx0/s72-c/follow+d+lder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-4422026034630164969</id><published>2007-09-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:17:48.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><title type='text'>not just a poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RutCzns2hGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/062DsyAPteM/s1600-h/john+3+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RutCzns2hGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/062DsyAPteM/s200/john+3+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110251656779826274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was surfing on d net when I saw this poem... actually, di q po alam kung anong title nito, ala kcing nkalagay eh... anyway, it really struck my heart, so I decided to post it here for you to read... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Shattered with pain, the blood dripped from his back&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Whipped and beaten time and time again, no rest&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hair ripped from his face and screaming "you're a fool"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yet he let it happen when he could have killed them all with a look.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the whip came down he thought of you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every time the soldiers mocked he looked into the future&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every time the crowd yelled crucify he winced in anticipation&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every time the women cried, he saw your face&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led to the hill he was stretched on the wood&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The nails driven into his hands&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Propped up for the carnival the world looked on&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then hung like a picture in a gallery&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In and out his lungs gasped for air,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Struggling to hold on to life his mind focused on you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Accepting his mission he hung his head and gave it all&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dying he destroyed all hope of life until…&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later in a tomb, rotting, then life trickled back in&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The stone blew from the mountain and out walked Jesus&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alive, not dead, amazing not stupid&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He rose again and destroyed satan's plans.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now you play a game with the very life he gave on the tree&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Spitting yet once again on the man who gave you a chance&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nailing yet another one into his hands&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Can you see him cry out in pain?&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each breath says, you are mine!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Each blow says, I love you,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Each insult says, You were made for me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Each tear says, you are worth it to me.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Let me live in you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Live in me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's what you know to be true&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-4422026034630164969?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/4422026034630164969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=4422026034630164969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4422026034630164969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4422026034630164969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-surfing-on-d-net-when-i-saw-this.html' title='not just a poem...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Fh0p1VzMRE/RutCzns2hGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/062DsyAPteM/s72-c/john+3+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2765723138725592232.post-6151028573741999842</id><published>2007-09-14T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:17:48.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching reads'/><title type='text'>IN JESUS WE FOUND EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt; we found everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN CHEMISTRY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He turned water to wine&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN BIOLOGY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He was born without the normal conception&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PHYSICS, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He disapproved the Law of Gravity when He  ascended to heaven&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN ECONOMICS, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He disapproved the Law of Diminishing Return by feeding 5000 men with two fish and five loaves of bread&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MEDICINE, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He cured the sick and blind without administering a single dose of drug&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN HISTORY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He is the beginning and the end&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GOVERNMENT. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He said that He shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Prince of peace&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN RELIGION, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;He said no one comes to the father except through Him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are richly blessed because &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;in JESUS we found everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-6151028573741999842?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/6151028573741999842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=6151028573741999842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6151028573741999842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/6151028573741999842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-jesus-we-found-everything.html' title='IN JESUS WE FOUND EVERYTHING'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-4696678818429990079</id><published>2007-09-14T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:17:36.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evrydy life'/><title type='text'>The Lord is so good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;grbe tlga c&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;kxe dis past few days dming pnpkta sakin n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;tpos prang lgi mey bmblong sakn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i know c Lord un...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;evrytime n mey nkkta aqng mga pangit n bgy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;the Lord tells me 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;tpos evrytime i pray, naf-feel q tlga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;n nkknig c Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;nkk2wa kxe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;plge tlgng njan c Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;pra satin..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;db srap ng feeling pag alm mong laging mey nagbbntay sau,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;lalo n if u know n c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;un... nkkbless tlga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o*-^o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-4696678818429990079?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/4696678818429990079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=4696678818429990079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4696678818429990079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/4696678818429990079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/lord-is-so-good.html' title='The Lord is so good...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</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-2765723138725592232.post-3433317216022331952</id><published>2007-09-14T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:18:03.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evrydy life'/><title type='text'>first post..hehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee! my first post...&lt;br /&gt;hehe... la lng...&lt;br /&gt;speechless pa qo...hehe....&lt;br /&gt;Godbls nlng sa lhat!!&lt;br /&gt;o*-^o&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2765723138725592232-3433317216022331952?l=ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/feeds/3433317216022331952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2765723138725592232&amp;postID=3433317216022331952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/3433317216022331952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2765723138725592232/posts/default/3433317216022331952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambsdrnilord.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-posthehe.html' title='first post..hehe...'/><author><name>cheng :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487490204422538516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
