<?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-9024138589476172025</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:37:54.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>engraved in the mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-2626832868328548729?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2626832868328548729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2626832868328548729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-and-all-his-friends.html' title='death and all his friends'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1484178623737592414</id><published>2009-10-02T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:57:45.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take time to realise</title><content type='html'>to dream. to fight. and to actually get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1484178623737592414?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1484178623737592414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1484178623737592414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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before I go, don't you know I'll miss you so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6765625926510333438?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6765625926510333438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6765625926510333438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-just-really-selfish.html' title='I think I&apos;m just really selfish'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5290507484981662468</id><published>2009-09-20T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:08:52.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four days in the rain; four nights in the rain.</title><content type='html'>I stood for ages under the shower after training today. There were so many thoughts going on in my head. So many things I want to do, so many things I have to do, so many things I don't want to do. The balance is tipping, the boat's not moving as far as it should be. I wish time could stand still so I could stop and dream that little bit more. The pounding of water from the showerhead above. Don't lose focus? How do I not lose focus when there are so many of distractions pounding at the door? I really hope something good comes out of this. I really really hope so. Not my will, but God's will be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5290507484981662468?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5290507484981662468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5290507484981662468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-days-in-rain-four-nights-in-rain.html' title='four days in the rain; four nights in the rain.'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5597847036319841909</id><published>2009-09-03T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:24:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the time to hold on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your warmth is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crashing down on in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I am on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't spell it out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll never find another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd never have to wonder if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We missed out on each other now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh oh I'm on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I, didn't I tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;No its never gonna be that simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I can't spell it out for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not always the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No it's never the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't feel it to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you would meet me half way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It could be the same for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missed out on each other now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5597847036319841909?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5597847036319841909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5597847036319841909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-time-to-hold-on.html' title='It&apos;s not the time to hold on.'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8979033008536993324</id><published>2009-08-18T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:12:02.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence is the new noise;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you remain silent, people hear you the loudest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to fix this please. At this rate all we'll have is a history, but no future. Where's that passion and fire - that discipline and fighting spirit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8979033008536993324?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8979033008536993324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8979033008536993324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence-is-new-noise.html' title='Silence is the new noise;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3895297379603518821</id><published>2009-08-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:45:36.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>41 days</title><content type='html'>2 weeks to start of creatine load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3895297379603518821?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3895297379603518821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3895297379603518821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/41-days.html' title='41 days'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-773301973996106052</id><published>2009-08-06T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:03:18.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little water clears us of this deed;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If sand could flow from present to past,&lt;br /&gt;Would my better nature still hold fast?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-773301973996106052?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/773301973996106052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/773301973996106052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-water-clears-us-of-this-deed.html' title='A little water clears us of this deed;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-9212581933288705063</id><published>2009-08-04T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:46:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to this beautiful moonlight;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Run far away&lt;br /&gt;So I can breath&lt;br /&gt;Although you're far from suffocating me&lt;br /&gt;But I cant set my hopes too high&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every hello ends with a goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-9212581933288705063?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/9212581933288705063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/9212581933288705063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-this-beautiful-moonlight.html' title='to this beautiful moonlight;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8323705374671026768</id><published>2009-08-04T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:40:59.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press on.</title><content type='html'>It's not the boat, it's the rower. Nelo or advantage, I'll thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Before it's too late, this could all disappear&lt;br /&gt;Before the doors close&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side I will fight and defend&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight and defend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8323705374671026768?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8323705374671026768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8323705374671026768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/press-on.html' title='Press on.'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-460282644243072430</id><published>2009-07-27T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:22:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Modern Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Room rings with incessant noise.&lt;br /&gt;taels of gold; silver;&lt;br /&gt;culture - drowned.&lt;br /&gt;Who pays attention&lt;br /&gt;when they know not their debtor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mind's a mess;&lt;br /&gt;drifting in clouds outside these&lt;br /&gt;four walls.&lt;br /&gt;These walls can't hold my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;yet by order of nature they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave my hopes&lt;br /&gt;hanging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-460282644243072430?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/460282644243072430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/460282644243072430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-modern-ambition.html' title='Of Modern Ambition'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4159696200287205807</id><published>2009-07-27T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:40:42.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshotland</title><content type='html'>I realise I avoid at great costs what I cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too fragile to touch. Dare I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4159696200287205807?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4159696200287205807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4159696200287205807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/snapshotland.html' title='Snapshotland'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1896372149011461119</id><published>2009-07-26T22:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:57:19.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers - I Just Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKzs9tnJALc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKzs9tnJALc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More than a nice melody&lt;br /&gt;More than the sweetest of words&lt;br /&gt;This is love I have found&lt;br /&gt;And with this love I am found &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just want You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I just want You my Lord&lt;br /&gt;I just want You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I just want You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never could I comprehend&lt;br /&gt;The love You so freely gave&lt;br /&gt;Never could I be worthy&lt;br /&gt;But Your love covers all of my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater love than Yours&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else could ever compare&lt;br /&gt;And even if i search all the world&lt;br /&gt;I will never find a love like Yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1896372149011461119?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1896372149011461119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1896372149011461119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/planetshakers-i-just-want-you.html' title='Planetshakers - I Just Want You'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4155383059318346847</id><published>2009-07-25T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:24:25.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Inside Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A thousand times I've failed; still Your mercy remains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4155383059318346847?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4155383059318346847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4155383059318346847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-inside-out.html' title='From the Inside Out'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3466198603591588212</id><published>2009-07-22T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:32:42.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no need to look outside your window;</title><content type='html'>Mmmm. I think she's rather pretty. Em too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3466198603591588212?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3466198603591588212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3466198603591588212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-no-need-to-look-outside-your.html' title='There&apos;s no need to look outside your window;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8706816764544680689</id><published>2009-07-20T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:14:17.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They can laugh all they want;</title><content type='html'>He gave her a flower, and that's more courage that I can ever gather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8706816764544680689?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8706816764544680689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8706816764544680689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-can-laugh-all-they-want.html' title='They can laugh all they want;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1549146983264116969</id><published>2009-07-19T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:51:42.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gleich nicht</title><content type='html'>Though moths lay rest upon a butterfly's flow'r;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of blest brine pen an hour's diction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1549146983264116969?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1549146983264116969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1549146983264116969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/gleich-nicht.html' title='gleich nicht'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8793297480977592597</id><published>2009-07-17T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:09:42.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Breath (Lord Take it All)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Humbled before You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Splendid Lord&lt;br /&gt;Glorious King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I am&lt;br /&gt;Is in Your very hand&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;Without You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I live (I can't live)&lt;br /&gt;A single day without You&lt;br /&gt;How can I breathe (I can't breathe)&lt;br /&gt;When You're not by my side&lt;br /&gt;No longer I&lt;br /&gt;But Christ who lives within me&lt;br /&gt;Every breath&lt;br /&gt;Lord take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every breath&lt;br /&gt;All I am&lt;br /&gt;Lord take it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8793297480977592597?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8793297480977592597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8793297480977592597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-breath-lord-take-it-all.html' title='Every Breath (Lord Take it All)'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-9203923371583800553</id><published>2009-07-17T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:32:57.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It felt like it had just begun, when--</title><content type='html'>I always get that empty feeling at the end of a great novel or movie. No one wants to admit that it's the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-9203923371583800553?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/9203923371583800553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/9203923371583800553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-felt-like-it-had-just-begun-when.html' title='It felt like it had just begun, when--'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1338225808170060628</id><published>2009-07-06T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:06:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln Brewster - The Power of Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCEXSV-y-so&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GCEXSV-y-so&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely children weren't made for the streets&lt;br /&gt;And fathers were not made to leave&lt;br /&gt;Surely this isn't how it should be&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely nations were not made for war&lt;br /&gt;Or the broken meant to be ignored&lt;br /&gt;Surely this just can't be what You saw&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live to carry your compassion&lt;br /&gt;To love a world that's broken&lt;br /&gt;To be Your hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;I will give with the life that I've been given&lt;br /&gt;And go beyond religion&lt;br /&gt;To see the world be changed&lt;br /&gt;By the power of Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely life wasn't made to regret&lt;br /&gt;And the lost were not made to forget&lt;br /&gt;Surely faith without action is dead&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Lord break this heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Is a shelter for the hurting&lt;br /&gt;Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Is a refuge for the weak&lt;br /&gt;Only Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Can redeem the undeserving&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Your Name&lt;br /&gt;Holds everything I need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1338225808170060628?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1338225808170060628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1338225808170060628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/lincoln-brewster-power-of-your-name.html' title='Lincoln Brewster - The Power of Your Name'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6691541720052130035</id><published>2009-07-06T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:34:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut through the water;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I will not glory in past achievements or in my present status, but I will glory in the future coming of the risen King.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6691541720052130035?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6691541720052130035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6691541720052130035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/cut-through-water.html' title='Cut through the water;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3846387695933465060</id><published>2009-07-05T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:17:10.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining outside;</title><content type='html'>Too many distractions, too little time. The air is thinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathe without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3846387695933465060?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3846387695933465060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3846387695933465060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-raining-outside.html' title='It&apos;s raining outside;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-745836494404745870</id><published>2009-06-30T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:25:28.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Because words aren't worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-745836494404745870?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/745836494404745870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/745836494404745870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/breathe.html' title='Breathe;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7570508817534137454</id><published>2009-06-24T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:03:54.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our time is running out;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's getting scarce. I'll make every minute count.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7570508817534137454?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7570508817534137454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7570508817534137454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-time-is-running-out.html' title='Our time is running out;'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1921330494482527245</id><published>2009-06-21T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:23:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An episode out of television drama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The demure sweet girl he barely knows or the good friend he's instinctively protective over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we'll know soon? In the next or the weeks to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1921330494482527245?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1921330494482527245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1921330494482527245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-out-of-television-drama.html' title='An episode out of television drama?'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8513703756814472940</id><published>2009-06-20T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:41:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditate upon:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?" - Luke 9:25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8513703756814472940?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8513703756814472940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8513703756814472940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/meditate-upon.html' title='Meditate upon:'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6947900272947942337</id><published>2009-06-19T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:25:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good evening, world</title><content type='html'>I love to excel at all I do, because I want to pass the knowledge and skill to those around me. I love to listen to the problems of those around me, because it reminds me that they are human, like me. I love to push my limits, because I know there's still so much more I can achieve. I love to evangelise, because I'm reminded of the time and effort others put into leading me back to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, whats wrong with my msn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6947900272947942337?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6947900272947942337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6947900272947942337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-evening-world.html' title='Good evening, world'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4586955031003619967</id><published>2009-06-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:37:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>只对你有感觉</title><content type='html'>微笑再美再甜&lt;br /&gt;不是你的都不特别&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玩的再疯再野&lt;br /&gt;你瞪一眼我就收敛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4586955031003619967?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4586955031003619967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4586955031003619967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_15.html' title='只对你有感觉'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3984155422002444859</id><published>2009-06-15T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:05:38.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's difficult, but possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some days he wished he could say to her:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3984155422002444859?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3984155422002444859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3984155422002444859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-difficult-but-possible.html' title='It&apos;s difficult, but possible'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4966768433360479744</id><published>2009-06-14T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:55:02.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To God be the glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It was good to have confided in the Comforter, to have cast my cares upon Him, to hide His Word is my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To God be the glory.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4966768433360479744?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4966768433360479744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4966768433360479744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-god-be-glory.html' title='To God be the glory'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8254177390773672706</id><published>2009-06-14T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:06:28.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you hit rock bottom, who do you turn to for counsel? Who do you turn to to cast your cares?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8254177390773672706?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8254177390773672706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8254177390773672706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-god.html' title='Dear God:'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-2332001763800630447</id><published>2009-06-13T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:56:09.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love?</title><content type='html'>I hate this hypocrisy. I hate this injustice. But to love. What is to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet words scar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-2332001763800630447?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2332001763800630447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2332001763800630447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-love.html' title='To love?'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8665377382733520733</id><published>2009-06-13T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:05:09.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>It's just one of those days that I wish I could shut off all the noise around me. Yet not be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8665377382733520733?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8665377382733520733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8665377382733520733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-2750300157422506923</id><published>2009-06-13T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:55:27.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong United - Love Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSdb_OxD4eg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSdb_OxD4eg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love's enough to see the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Gain a brand new start with a brand new heart&lt;br /&gt;As the faithful hope in things unseen&lt;br /&gt;You're enough to see all the things they dream&lt;br /&gt;Come to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're living in the Saviour today&lt;br /&gt;And this day is what we have now&lt;br /&gt;In this moment we have chosen to praise&lt;br /&gt;And it's changing how we live now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love it broke my fall&lt;br /&gt;It's more than enough and I need it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've never known better&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know better&lt;br /&gt;This love will see me soar&lt;br /&gt;It's more than enough and I need it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've never known better&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love's enough to see the humbled man&lt;br /&gt;Find the cause of Christ&lt;br /&gt;With his outstretched hands&lt;br /&gt;As the cripple grabs his mat to walk&lt;br /&gt;You're enough to save him from the pain he bore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour&lt;br /&gt;You'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;My life is now secure&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour&lt;br /&gt;You'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;And in Your hands my future's brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Then he said to them all: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me."'&lt;/em&gt; (Luke 9:23) As disciples of Christ, we are called to deny our fleshy wants, our fleshly desires and follow Jesus. But it's not easy all the time isn't it. It's important therefore, that God must be sufficient for us even as we live our lives on Earth. When God's love is enough for us, we won't seek love from other areas of our lives, yet at the same time be able to love with a love without barriers. We were the joy set before Jesus when He died for us (Hebrews 12:2), and He is now the joy set before us (Philippians 3:14).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is His love enough for us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-2750300157422506923?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2750300157422506923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2750300157422506923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/hillsong-united-love-enough.html' title='Hillsong United - Love Enough'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-2798287254220404631</id><published>2009-05-14T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:30:22.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers - All that I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSnLx3OrqcA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSnLx3OrqcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul sings&lt;br /&gt;To my Saviour King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;I need You&lt;br /&gt;You are everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;So much more than anything&lt;br /&gt;I'll live for You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I need&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I live for in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-2798287254220404631?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2798287254220404631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2798287254220404631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-that-i-want.html' title='Planetshakers - All that I Want'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5015360880544550723</id><published>2009-05-05T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:22:22.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers - Beautiful Saviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8e9lCxn_IY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8e9lCxn_IY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Saviour&lt;br /&gt;God of all majesty&lt;br /&gt;Risen King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;Holy and righteous&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Bright morning star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the heavens shout Your praise&lt;br /&gt;All creation bows to worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful, how beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Name above every name&lt;br /&gt;Exalted high&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful, how beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Your name&lt;br /&gt;Name above every name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing forever&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I love You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I love You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5015360880544550723?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5015360880544550723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5015360880544550723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/planetshakers-beautiful-saviour.html' title='Planetshakers - Beautiful Saviour'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6502575441630783786</id><published>2009-05-04T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:31:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MercyMe - Bring The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8HgAVenbUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8HgAVenbUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can count a million times&lt;br /&gt;People asking me how I&lt;br /&gt;Can praise You with all that I’ve gone through&lt;br /&gt;The question just amazes me&lt;br /&gt;Can circumstances possibly&lt;br /&gt;Change who I forever am in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe since my life was changed&lt;br /&gt;Long before these rainy days&lt;br /&gt;It’s never really ever crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;To turn my back on you oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;My only shelter from the storms&lt;br /&gt;But instead I draw closer through these times&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me joy, bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring the chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Bring me anything that brings You glory&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be days&lt;br /&gt;When this life brings me pain&lt;br /&gt;But if that’s what it takes to praise You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours regardless of&lt;br /&gt;The clouds that may loom above&lt;br /&gt;Because You are much greater than my pain&lt;br /&gt;You who made a way for me&lt;br /&gt;By suffering Your destiny&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what’s a little rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Holy, Holy&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Holy, Holy&lt;br /&gt;Is the Lord God Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Is the Lord God Almighty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6502575441630783786?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6502575441630783786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6502575441630783786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/bring-rain-mercyme.html' title='MercyMe - Bring The Rain'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3050478291411113599</id><published>2009-05-04T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:32:03.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGr8as7pPBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGr8as7pPBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looked down from a broken sky&lt;br /&gt;Traced out by the city lights&lt;br /&gt;My world from a mile high&lt;br /&gt;Best seat in the house tonight&lt;br /&gt;Touched down on the cold black top&lt;br /&gt;Hold on for the sudden stop&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in the familiar shock&lt;br /&gt;Of confusion and chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those people going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Why have I never cared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes for just one second&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your arms for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your heart for the ones forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step out on a busy street&lt;br /&gt;See a girl and our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;Does her best to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;To hide whats underneath&lt;br /&gt;There's a man just to her right&lt;br /&gt;Black suit and a bright red tie&lt;br /&gt;Too ashamed to tell his wife&lt;br /&gt;He's out of work&lt;br /&gt;He's buying time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there a million times&lt;br /&gt;A couple of million eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just moving past me by&lt;br /&gt;I swear I never thought that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well I want a second glance&lt;br /&gt;So give me a second chance&lt;br /&gt;To see the way you see the people all along&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3050478291411113599?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3050478291411113599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3050478291411113599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/give-me-your-eyes-brandon-heath.html' title='Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7403348368323101350</id><published>2009-04-28T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:07:26.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Crowns - Praise You In The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHdcyue0bSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHdcyue0bSw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now&lt;br /&gt;God You would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;And wiped our tears away&lt;br /&gt;Stepped in and saved the day&lt;br /&gt;But once again I say amen&lt;br /&gt;And it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;And as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I'll raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;The God who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;For You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;And every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br /&gt;And raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;My strength is almost gone&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;If I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills&lt;br /&gt;Where does my help come from&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord&lt;br /&gt;The maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7403348368323101350?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7403348368323101350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7403348368323101350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/casting-crowns-praise-you-in-storm.html' title='Casting Crowns - Praise You In The Storm'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1718380107593157253</id><published>2009-04-28T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:42:49.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brenton Brown - Lord Reign In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZzEkhTwiODc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZzEkhTwiODc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over all the earth&lt;br /&gt;You reign on high&lt;br /&gt;Every mountain stream&lt;br /&gt;Every sunset sky&lt;br /&gt;But my one request&lt;br /&gt;Lord my only aim&lt;br /&gt;Is that You'd reign in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord reign in me&lt;br /&gt;Reign in Your power&lt;br /&gt;Over all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;In my darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;You are the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Of all I am&lt;br /&gt;So won't You reign in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over every thought&lt;br /&gt;Over every word&lt;br /&gt;May my life reflect&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Cause you mean more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than any earthly thing&lt;br /&gt;So won't You reign in me again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1718380107593157253?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1718380107593157253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1718380107593157253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/brenton-brown-lord-reign-in-me.html' title='Brenton Brown - Lord Reign In Me'/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5049752251953097003</id><published>2009-03-14T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:47:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm I've decided that a blog is actually quite pointless, since I don't really post stuff about my life (not like anyone would be interested anyway), and I don't take pictures of myself or where I go. I've meant for this to be somewhere I can cast my thoughts and feelings about life where I am, but these thoughts and feelings are sometimes critical and of rather sensitive issues and would not be shedding any positive light on the mentioned areas. But I still enjoy writing - quite a bit at least - so I'll ink down my thoughts somewhere. Haha, so I'll just leave this site up for the music when I'm doing work. By the way, post count stands at 64. Cheerios (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5049752251953097003?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5049752251953097003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5049752251953097003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-ive-decided-that-blog-is-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4171950743992928455</id><published>2009-02-23T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:30:47.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To love is to obey. I'm praying for change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4171950743992928455?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4171950743992928455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4171950743992928455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-love-is-to-obey.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5379746659469068060</id><published>2009-02-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:41:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When life's not going your way, and you want to break the patterns of routine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5379746659469068060?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5379746659469068060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5379746659469068060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-lifes-not-going-your-way-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3854681913387654621</id><published>2009-02-16T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:00:57.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what words can't satisfy, what hurts can't falsify. love is in the air, but they know not Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3854681913387654621?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3854681913387654621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3854681913387654621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-words-cant-satisfy-what-hurts-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-885230183164946115</id><published>2009-02-11T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:47:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Things are so much more precious when you fight hard to earn it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-885230183164946115?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/885230183164946115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/885230183164946115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-are-so-much-more-precious-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3632080292343051185</id><published>2009-02-09T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:56:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. The irony of a world-class education system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3632080292343051185?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3632080292343051185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3632080292343051185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8499841640511412088</id><published>2009-02-07T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:45:25.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've found my direction in life, and nothing shall deter me from doing the will of my God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a need and meet it. Find a hurt and heal it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8499841640511412088?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8499841640511412088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8499841640511412088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-found-my-direction-in-life-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6411086141613319001</id><published>2009-02-01T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:23:49.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;15 souls. Lord, give me faith that I may believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6411086141613319001?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6411086141613319001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6411086141613319001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/15-souls.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5770380196172005316</id><published>2009-01-30T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:38:51.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Will I give up my life for them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love. Unconditional acceptance. Unconditional forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5770380196172005316?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5770380196172005316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5770380196172005316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/wll-i-give-up-my-life-for-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4872919386358104292</id><published>2009-01-24T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:30:30.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Emotional rollercoaster. I wish things were as simple as they used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4872919386358104292?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4872919386358104292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4872919386358104292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7293702442341985245</id><published>2009-01-12T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:18:17.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The irony of grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to be humble and praise God when we do well in something, but it's even harder to be thankful and praise God when we do badly in something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7293702442341985245?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7293702442341985245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7293702442341985245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/irony-of-grades.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1201880936813772741</id><published>2009-01-11T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:50:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1201880936813772741?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1201880936813772741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1201880936813772741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-15107909915179946</id><published>2009-01-08T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:52:37.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some people are just irreplaceable. It's no longer the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-15107909915179946?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/15107909915179946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/15107909915179946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-people-are-just-irreplaceable.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5151503434051051586</id><published>2009-01-08T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:52:03.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those were needles in a haystack. And I'm the magnet who always attracts these stupid needles. The more I try to stay out of it, the more pricks I get. And it's getting increasing worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5151503434051051586?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5151503434051051586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5151503434051051586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-were-needles-in-haystack.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1450790217057949812</id><published>2009-01-07T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:06:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mein Deutsch ist nicht gut. Nein, überhaupt nicht. Ich verstehe mein Deutschlehrerin gut nicht. Aber sie möchte mir die Note A1 für Deutsch in den O-Level Examina bekommen. Ich kann zu träumen weitermachen... Ich denke, dass ich sollte meine Deutsch jeden Tag studieren ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1450790217057949812?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1450790217057949812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1450790217057949812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/mein-deutsch-ist-nicht-gut.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3455832074426653495</id><published>2009-01-05T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:54.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzz. Tired, tired, tired. And everyone's either offline, busy or dao-ing. I'm going to sleep early tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3455832074426653495?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3455832074426653495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3455832074426653495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7655068088918596050</id><published>2009-01-04T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:00:52.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matthew says that new year resolutions are bad. So here are three simple new year godly goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect and honour authorities. I realised I haven't really been showing much respect to Weejinn and Eddy during cell - constantly interrupting them with irrelevant and distracting comments. If you see this I want you to know I'm sorry ): I'll sit quietly and listen to you when you're teaching. And I realise I've been sleeping alot in class, which is plain disrespectful to the teachers. Sorry, I will do everything within my ability to stay awake during class now, like sleeping earlier during the school term by starting to prepare for my exams now and not leaving my projects to the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect and honour others. I realise I've have been making many negative remarks about people around me. Even though it's less than before, I resolve to fully abstain from gossiping and judging. And I've been interrupting a lot when my cell members share and showing disrespect through my sitting posture. Really sorry, forgive me please ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consecrate time each day to seek God, pray and reflect. I realise that my quiet time has been highly inconsistent throughout the holidays, even though I supposedly have more time. Despite my busy school day, I resolve to do my quiet time everyday, as well as pray and intercede for others. I recently got a planner from my mum, and I believe that God wants me to use it to record and meditate on my learning points, as well as to pen down intercession and prayer items daily. And I resolve to keep my eyes focused on God, not taking things into my own hands or being distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's about it. Only three this year, but that'll keep me busy enough. If anyone wants to, you could share your resolutions with me. We could be accountability partners and pray for each other (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of sacrifices to be made, but I like what pastor shared during service today from 2 Samuel 24:24 - &lt;em&gt;'But [king David] replied to Araunah, "No, I insist on paying you for it.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I will not sacrifice to the Lord my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"'&lt;/em&gt; Costly sacrifices have to be made, if I'm to live life as God intended - plan A living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these I entrust to God. Holy Spirit, guide and teach me the the Your ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7655068088918596050?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7655068088918596050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7655068088918596050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/matthew-says-that-new-year-resolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6668936100309766582</id><published>2009-01-04T04:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:07:07.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My God. No, seriously. That's the name of the song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your faithful love&lt;br /&gt;Has always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;The greatest love&lt;br /&gt;That I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I give to You?&lt;br /&gt;For all You’ve given to me&lt;br /&gt;You gave it all&lt;br /&gt;And You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my King&lt;br /&gt;You are my God&lt;br /&gt;The praises I bring&lt;br /&gt;Come from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for You&lt;br /&gt;For all You’ve done for me&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to show You&lt;br /&gt;How much You mean&lt;br /&gt;My God, my God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6668936100309766582?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6668936100309766582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6668936100309766582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6185697849654697179</id><published>2009-01-04T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:41:38.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. This is starting to happen too frequently. Wake up early in the morning, rush around everywhere. Reach home in the late evening so tired that I immediately fall asleep, and wake up at in the middle of the night. At least it's a Sunday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start mugging. I even had a dream that made me more convinced I should start studying now. I need to locate the handwritten notes I copied out last year. I'm going to type them out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life in school feels very unfamiliar without Mr See. I miss his scoldings. And all the interesting canoeing stories that I probably won't hear anywhere else. You've got to admit he has the passion and the wisdom to train up a bunch of slack and lazy boys into refined gentlemen who'll strive even in the toughest of conditions. Thank you, Sir. Come back soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. Everyone's convinced that I am emo. And having 'girl problems'. I have a more reflective side of myself that is a tiny bit quieter, that's all. And I shall quote Nic Low regarding 'girl problems' - &lt;em&gt;"My girlfriend is my studies and my training."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year. Fresh start. Time to do up the class seating plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6185697849654697179?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6185697849654697179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6185697849654697179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8811410475542031259</id><published>2009-01-02T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:33:58.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God. Everything is finally settled (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8811410475542031259?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8811410475542031259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8811410475542031259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1332733990329494612</id><published>2009-01-02T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:27:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>36km SCF marathon next Sunday with Nicholas Ng. Canoeing clashes with Sunday service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving boats from MacRitchie to Kallang tomorrow. Mr Jonathan Ng is retiring as captain of the 12th (I) company tomorrow. Canoeing clashes with BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOELC just arranged for my German lessons to be on Monday. Canoeing clashes with 3rd language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just spent two and a half hours repinning the badges on my chevron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly a fantastic way to start the year. My head's already hurting on the second day of the year. Both figuratively and literally - owing to the falling broom thrown by Darren in his attempt to retrieve someone's passport cover stuck near the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least I'm still kicking and well alive. I thank God for seeing me through (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1332733990329494612?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1332733990329494612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1332733990329494612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/36km-scf-marathon-next-sunday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3053990669369839146</id><published>2009-01-01T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:12:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The time has come. To be a super guai kia (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be a light shining for you as an example for many, dear Lord. Let me shine in my studies, in my commitments, in my words. Let my daily life be a worship and sacrifice unto Your name, and may all glory be unto You, today and for all eternity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3053990669369839146?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3053990669369839146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3053990669369839146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1954597110685288431</id><published>2009-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:01:00.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1954597110685288431?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1954597110685288431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1954597110685288431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7089555960701214287</id><published>2008-12-31T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:32:58.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to take some quiet moments to stare at the night sky sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7089555960701214287?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7089555960701214287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7089555960701214287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-like-to-take-some-quiet-moments-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-855232234205016167</id><published>2008-12-29T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:59:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.' - Mark 10:15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-855232234205016167?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/855232234205016167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/855232234205016167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-tell-you-truth-anyone-who-will-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5579929680951805971</id><published>2008-12-27T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:26:19.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you, Nic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5579929680951805971?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5579929680951805971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5579929680951805971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-nic.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5900221977485900120</id><published>2008-12-27T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:54:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No heart. No soul. No mind. We're only making music now. Though it's more of incessant noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riffs, pads, crashes. Wrong place, wrong time. What happened to the vision of our band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've totally lost interest in playing in our band. The notes I play ring through an empty room. And how hard is it to remember to close in prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to worship God every single time I play. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my patience with you is wearing thin. I can understand if you're bored, but don't express your boredom at the expense of others. Learn to catch the hints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5900221977485900120?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5900221977485900120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5900221977485900120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6188187108832114860</id><published>2008-12-26T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:05:30.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why am I so eager for that msn message, for that sms, for that smile; but not as eager to speak to a few new friends brought into the house of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change my heart, oh Lord. Change my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6188187108832114860?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6188187108832114860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6188187108832114860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-am-i-so-eager-for-that-msn-message.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5968337557712336618</id><published>2008-12-26T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:13:20.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why is it so easy to spend hours on the technical aspects of music, but so hard to focus for a few minutes on the spiritual aspects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play for You alone, Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5968337557712336618?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5968337557712336618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5968337557712336618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-it-so-easy-to-spend-hours-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8536501228205047882</id><published>2008-12-26T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:57:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christ died to RESCUE us from our sins, to RECONCILE us to God, and to let us REIGN with Him. With Him who reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could stand before You&lt;br /&gt;As You chose to embrace&lt;br /&gt;A cross so undeserved You took for me&lt;br /&gt;The weight of sin upon You&lt;br /&gt;When You offered Your life&lt;br /&gt;As You walked the streets of men with fading strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we live but not see&lt;br /&gt;Your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Your glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reign, You reign&lt;br /&gt;Over everything Lord, You reign&lt;br /&gt;With power and justice divine&lt;br /&gt;Over everything Lord, You reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Your last thought&lt;br /&gt;As You drew Your last breath&lt;br /&gt;Where the victory was Yours for us to see&lt;br /&gt;And all will know the truth&lt;br /&gt;As we live by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Every praise to You alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now the King of Glory&lt;br /&gt;Love of God become my calling&lt;br /&gt;Father I surrender all I am to You forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8536501228205047882?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8536501228205047882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8536501228205047882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christ-died-to-rescue-us-from-our-sins.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3911880607533169362</id><published>2008-12-25T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:08:45.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised how much I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bring Valifer to church. For a proper practice session. I seriously don't think we'll go anywhere if we spend 20 minutes telling each other to stop playing random grooves while we think of a song to practice our team dynamics. I'm so glad Nic is back. It's time we started working together as frontline soldiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3911880607533169362?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3911880607533169362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3911880607533169362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-realised-how-much-i-miss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3649753483377575490</id><published>2008-12-24T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:48:45.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;All around the gentle patter&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops from the morning shower&lt;br /&gt;Dazed looks upon the dreary hues&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting again the return of his dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3649753483377575490?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3649753483377575490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3649753483377575490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-around-gentle-patter-raindrops-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4711415176657316785</id><published>2008-12-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:28:52.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Need to watch myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4711415176657316785?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4711415176657316785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4711415176657316785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4979365364596987513</id><published>2008-12-21T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:34:13.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What they said was probably true anyway. But at least I'm genuine. Sigh. I've still got a long way to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4979365364596987513?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4979365364596987513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4979365364596987513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-they-said-was-probably-true-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1491007391589581961</id><published>2008-12-20T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:50:22.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I don't know what I'm doing now. I don't know what I'm thinking either. I'm pretty confused. Everyone please bear with me. I'm going through a phase of great confuddlement ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1491007391589581961?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1491007391589581961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1491007391589581961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-153521923088622265</id><published>2008-12-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:32:31.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The phone rang out in the silence, echoing in the dark halls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-153521923088622265?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/153521923088622265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/153521923088622265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/phone-rang-out-in-silence-echoing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-3196289705159993130</id><published>2008-12-19T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:58:28.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling cheerful again. Anyone wants a free Christmas hug? You can always approach me if you want one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all about love! And I have the greatest love of all in my heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEO12GqfKPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEO12GqfKPM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the source of the life&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be left behind&lt;br /&gt;No one else will do&lt;br /&gt;I will take hold of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;To come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;Where else can I go&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other name by&lt;br /&gt;Which I am saved&lt;br /&gt;Capture me with grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You&lt;br /&gt;This world has nothing for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-3196289705159993130?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3196289705159993130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/3196289705159993130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-feeling-cheerful-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-216465855122929074</id><published>2008-12-18T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:23:35.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Lefa for coming over to my house yesterday. Though you made me miss my afternoon nap and I ended up having to sleep at 8.30, you made me realise I could play Desert Song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Leon for your birthday present. My third. The first was the card from the Lightstix and the second was my bass from my parents and aunt. And even though I don't think I'm going to use it, thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nicholas for being so direct and crude when reminding me "Stop it, Eugene. She probably doesn't like you". Haha let's focus on more important things. Like running the team and chasing God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's good to be optimistic sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-216465855122929074?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/216465855122929074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/216465855122929074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-lefa-for-coming-over-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-94172543410434867</id><published>2008-12-17T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:44:05.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fallen, worldly generation. Discussing even the world as it is today disturbs me. So many fallacies that blind men as they bury themselves deeper and deeper in their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't accomodate your spouse? No longer have any 'feeling' for him or her? Well that's simple. Sign on the dotted line and you're divorced. What a simple way out. Then you can get married again. Marital unfaithfulness? Don't forgive him. Get a divorce and find a better spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take the stress of work? Don't feel good enough for society? Can't take a few pranks? Hate your life? Hate how you look? Hate where you are in life? That's easy. The answer is in suicide. Leave this world and it's present miseries. But it's not that simple. Death doesn't resolve your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write another cliche post. But accept this advice. The world and its fallacies will never satisfy. You were made the way you were. Plastic surgery, botox injections and silicon pads won't make you a more beautiful person. All His creations are beautiful in His eyes. We make mistakes, we have screw-ups in life. Isn't it just completely wonderful to have someone to run to when you're down; someone that is always willing to forgive when you apologise in all sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we all need in this world is all God is willing to grace us with. Love. Forgiveness. Patience. Trust. Joy. Humility. Confidence. Hope. Faithfulness. Peace. Perserverance. We need God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to tell the world what it wants to hear. I want to tell the world what it needs to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have so much free time as to go around &lt;em&gt;publicising&lt;/em&gt; my religion. What the world is looking for - the solution to all their problems - is right there. I've found it. Many others have found it. And I hope that everyone whom I know will find it too. I'm indebted to my Saviour to share this message of love. Christmas isn't only about any ordinary gift. It's about the most precious gift of God. His forgiveness through Christ His Son. Santa Claus will never replace Jesus. My Christmas will never be merry until I know that my friends are in the knowledge and guidance in Christ our King. Christ He reigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_G7AKpKayac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_G7AKpKayac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40 million babies lost to Gods great orphanage&lt;br /&gt;It’s a modern day genocide and a modern day disgrace&lt;br /&gt;If this is a human right then why aren’t we free?&lt;br /&gt;The only freedom we have is in a man nailed to a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 million faces staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if this HIV will ever pass us by&lt;br /&gt;The devil stole the rain and hope trickles down the plug&lt;br /&gt;But still my Chinese take away could pay for someone’s drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God reigns&lt;br /&gt;Our God reigns&lt;br /&gt;Forever Your kingdom reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The west has found a gun and it’s loaded with ‘unsure’&lt;br /&gt;Nip and tuck if you have the bucks in a race to find a cure&lt;br /&gt;Psalm one hundred and thirty nine is the conscience to our selfish crime&lt;br /&gt;God didn’t screw up when He made you&lt;br /&gt;He’s a father who loves to parade you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes He reigns&lt;br /&gt;Yes You reign&lt;br /&gt;Yes You reign&lt;br /&gt;For there is only one true God&lt;br /&gt;But we’ve lost the reins on this world&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us all&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us please&lt;br /&gt;As we fight for this broken world on our knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-94172543410434867?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/94172543410434867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/94172543410434867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/fallen-worldly-generation.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-9066088595651728796</id><published>2008-12-16T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:03:32.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's a time to everything. And now's not it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the spirit deny the flesh. I will hold on to my promise to God. Strengthen me, oh Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-9066088595651728796?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/9066088595651728796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/9066088595651728796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-time-to-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1217260073323992384</id><published>2008-12-15T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:13:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFZyT2fEK3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFZyT2fEK3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Fullness of joy&lt;br /&gt;Every fear suddenly wiped away&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my gains&lt;br /&gt;Now fade away&lt;br /&gt;Every crown no longer on display&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is trembling in awe of Your wonders&lt;br /&gt;The kings and their kingdom are standing amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;We are undone&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and Earth become one&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;All things are new&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Everything bows before You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Glorious&lt;br /&gt;Matchless in every way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1217260073323992384?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1217260073323992384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1217260073323992384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/found-in-your-hands-fullness-of-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1865648274489039178</id><published>2008-12-15T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:08:42.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The true meaning of Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1865648274489039178?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1865648274489039178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1865648274489039178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-547494548868551450</id><published>2008-12-14T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:21:31.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prayer. Thanksgiving. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You called my name&lt;br /&gt;Reached out Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Restored my life&lt;br /&gt;And I was redeemed&lt;br /&gt;The moment You entered my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;Christ gave that day&lt;br /&gt;My life was changed&lt;br /&gt;When from my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Fell the weight of my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's with everything I am&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for Your hand&lt;br /&gt;The hope that changed&lt;br /&gt;A second chance I've gained&lt;br /&gt;On You I throw my life&lt;br /&gt;Casting all my fears aside&lt;br /&gt;How could greater love then this&lt;br /&gt;Ever possibly exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consume my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;As I rest in You&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in love&lt;br /&gt;With a Saviour&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the marks of His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wait upon You now&lt;br /&gt;With my hands released to You&lt;br /&gt;Where a little faith's enough&lt;br /&gt;To see mountains lift and move&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I wait upon You now&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Your will&lt;br /&gt;To this love that will remain&lt;br /&gt;A love that never fails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-547494548868551450?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/547494548868551450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/547494548868551450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-2406294330332350389</id><published>2008-12-11T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:59:53.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: The following post is written on a light note and contains potentially scandalous information. Readers will NOT approach the author regarding this entry. Failure to comply would lead to temporal ignorance until a subject change is suggested or put in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting around watching people walk by for the past two days, and I think I'm finally bored enough to post about girls. Lucky you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is highly detailed and is correct to today, 11th December 2008. Some points are, of course, optional, but are usually a major plus point (: There are, of course, exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene likes girls who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE GOD!&lt;br /&gt;are friendly and nice (like me!)&lt;br /&gt;are slightly attractive (the more the merrier, but a little bit is enough)&lt;br /&gt;are humble&lt;br /&gt;are sweet and gentle (:&lt;br /&gt;are direct and honest (its hard to understand someone who isn't)&lt;br /&gt;are genuine&lt;br /&gt;are understanding&lt;br /&gt;are cheerful and optimistic (*smile*)&lt;br /&gt;are quiet with a playful side&lt;br /&gt;are slightly athletic (I hate running alone)&lt;br /&gt;are patient and forgiving&lt;br /&gt;are generous with hugs (when I'm feeling down)&lt;br /&gt;are not too bimbo-tic (a little is cute, but too much is scary)&lt;br /&gt;are not too calculative&lt;br /&gt;do not splurge too often (sometimes is alright, honest)&lt;br /&gt;do not mind eating hawker fare&lt;br /&gt;do not mind me talking with other girls (as sisters)&lt;br /&gt;dress modestly&lt;br /&gt;dress appropriately (like no FBTs at a wedding dinner)&lt;br /&gt;can keep me in check (and tell me directly and maybe even bluntly when I make a mistake)&lt;br /&gt;will share the housework with me&lt;br /&gt;will taste and comment on my cooking (hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;will do charity with me (: (that's why she shouldn't be too calculative)&lt;br /&gt;will run with me (I'm actually quite lazy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's it for now! If you fulfil all of the above criteria, good for you! (Unless you're a guy :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-2406294330332350389?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2406294330332350389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2406294330332350389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/disclaimer-following-post-is-written-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4177785664793462253</id><published>2008-12-09T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:00:58.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Lord. You are ever faithful, oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One soul. Waiting to be impacted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4177785664793462253?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4177785664793462253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4177785664793462253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8299835137708975652</id><published>2008-12-06T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:21:16.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cover every step of my way. I need Your strength and guidance more and more, oh Lord. And I love You, God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8299835137708975652?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8299835137708975652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8299835137708975652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/cover-every-step-of-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8588661775240507107</id><published>2008-12-01T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:03:25.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7ila3srzI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ls7ila3srzI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is God's message for all of my brothers and sisters out there, who're feeling weary and heavy laden. Don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;It's just the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's heavy&lt;br /&gt;I... I will lift it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to be heard&lt;br /&gt;If silence keeps you&lt;br /&gt;I... I will break it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;It's just the hurt that you hide&lt;br /&gt;When you're lost inside&lt;br /&gt;I... I will be there to find you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to burn bright&lt;br /&gt;If darkness blinds you&lt;br /&gt;I... I will shine to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved&lt;br /&gt;You are loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;It's just the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Every one needs to be heard&lt;br /&gt;You are loved &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/9024138589476172025-8588661775240507107?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8588661775240507107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8588661775240507107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-gods-message-for-all-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1067630007763903316</id><published>2008-11-30T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:43:07.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. Congrats to Nic, our new captain (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1067630007763903316?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1067630007763903316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1067630007763903316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7757846224246743908</id><published>2008-11-30T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:31:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I give it up to You, oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are above my fleshly desires. Keep my eyes upon You alone even as I go through each day, Lord let not my heart stray. You are sovereign, and I want to serve You with all I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank You Lord for all You've given me. You're a graceful God, You give though I don't deserve. Let me be satisfied with what You've blessed me with, and let me give thanks to my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything there is a season. And Lord I know that now's not the time. I lay it all up in Your hands. Your will be done, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble me, let me serve You each day and grant me the courage and protection as I witness for You. You are my Saviour, my Strength, my Hope. Without You I am nothing, and in You I'll find strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let hearts be softened, let Your workers arise - for the time of harvest is here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7757846224246743908?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7757846224246743908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7757846224246743908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-give-it-up-to-you-oh-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-7093401624547856825</id><published>2008-11-23T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:40:03.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A wish? Ah that's simple. My wish is for all of you to believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-7093401624547856825?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7093401624547856825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/7093401624547856825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish-ah-thats-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-136658068434846186</id><published>2008-11-23T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:08:29.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Look full in His wonderful face&lt;br /&gt;And the things of Earth will grow strangely dim&lt;br /&gt;In the light of His glory and grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-136658068434846186?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/136658068434846186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/136658068434846186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus-look-full-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8925448468300771209</id><published>2008-11-17T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:17:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive, without expecting to be forgiven in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8925448468300771209?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8925448468300771209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8925448468300771209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/forgive-without-expecting-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-5043111304521641578</id><published>2008-11-16T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:41:15.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to sit down closed off from the world, earnestly seeking God in prayer and reflection. I need His Word to guide my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-5043111304521641578?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5043111304521641578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/5043111304521641578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-time-to-sit-down-closed-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6232375691089366788</id><published>2008-11-12T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:30:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has only been less than 6 hours since I packed my last packet of medicine and I've only known them for less than 2 weeks - yet I'm missing them already. Amanda, Jessica, Lyn, Dionna, Ophyllia, Samuel, Andrew and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a loved one must be unbearable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6232375691089366788?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6232375691089366788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6232375691089366788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-has-only-been-less-than-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-6994122557786496895</id><published>2008-11-11T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:49:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're living in a world of compromise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-6994122557786496895?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6994122557786496895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/6994122557786496895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-living-in-world-of-compromise.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-4192888670856450718</id><published>2008-11-08T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:13:25.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force." - Matthew 11:12 (NKJV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall violence deter the Church from seeking God? May the Lord's blessings and aid be rained down upon our sisters facing tribulation, for protection and strength as the counter evil with good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to step up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-4192888670856450718?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4192888670856450718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/4192888670856450718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-from-days-of-john-baptist-until-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-1754091478824720022</id><published>2008-11-08T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:03:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thunderous clatter of rubber on the quadrangle pavement. Echoes. Echoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of all the glory when we can't even get our hearts right with God? Mistakes are mistakes made, and lessons for the humble of heart. There's more to it than human wisdom in every situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-1754091478824720022?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1754091478824720022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/1754091478824720022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/thunderous-clatter-of-rubber-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-8510160881879664640</id><published>2008-11-06T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:30:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents are back in Singapore. Chinese O Levels are over - it's time to get myself a proper bass. And I'm reminded of the fact that I have still so much to learn, and so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-8510160881879664640?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8510160881879664640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/8510160881879664640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/parents-are-back-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9024138589476172025.post-2721729734168498240</id><published>2008-11-03T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:45:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm still awake at 2.36am. Not very much my fault, I overslept. I suppose the 3 alarms did go off at 7.30, 7.35 and 7.40pm respectively, but I am a heavy sleeper. Heh. Fancy blogging at such a time in the night. Maybe this is why the URL is "mynightjournal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and relatives are still overseas, and they'll be only back on Wednesday. I'll probably have to mop the floor tomorrow or something. After work. And I'll need to throw in some time for chinese revision, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices must be laid out before God. I've already laid out a few, but it's just so tempting to turn back and retrieve the offerings made to God. But a decision is a decision, and God is above all my priorities. If they ever were priorities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9024138589476172025-2721729734168498240?l=mynightjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2721729734168498240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9024138589476172025/posts/default/2721729734168498240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynightjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-im-still-awake-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Fal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135974565186945505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pg-a1_kob-c/SElM7JX_7YI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vF6kGKEIiHQ/S220/aframe1.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
