<?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-4845938148292297924</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:22:31.186+08:00</updated><category term='ffF'/><title type='text'>increasing faithfulness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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href="http://perspectives-otw.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://perspectives-otw.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-9040073441651786559?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/9040073441651786559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=9040073441651786559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9040073441651786559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9040073441651786559'/><link rel='alternate' 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:)'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5814524317888500168</id><published>2011-12-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:32:32.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good TED talks</title><content type='html'>great TED talk&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/luis_von_ahn_massive_scale_online_collaboration.html"&gt;http://www.ted.com/talks/luis_von_ahn_massive_scale_online_collaboration.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5814524317888500168?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3267173591448773181</id><published>2011-12-12T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:34:47.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the indicator</title><content type='html'>when it takes a step south, the feelings felt are a good test about the overall level of how things are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hole in the stomach is a good thing then, cuz even tho it doesn feel very fun, it is an indicator of care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the nervous worry shines the cause for the worry, the cause that makes it all worth it again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore the gut wrenching feeling is good;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whereas the lack of it indicates an apathy that should be cause for a different kind of worry that is not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3267173591448773181?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3267173591448773181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3267173591448773181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3267173591448773181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3267173591448773181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/12/indicator-test-thing.html' title='the indicator'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-612396457145759922</id><published>2011-11-10T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:25:33.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleased</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://calbears.imtrackonline.com/im/client/home/team/4179"&gt;http://calbears.imtrackonline.com/im/client/home/team/4179&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) our soccer/football team this semester finished the group stage ranked first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets hope playoffs/knockout round goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quarter finals on MOnday, hope we keep our good defense (2 goals conceded in 7 games)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-612396457145759922?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/612396457145759922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=612396457145759922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/612396457145759922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/612396457145759922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/11/pleased.html' title='Pleased'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6568796335812867514</id><published>2011-08-29T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:56:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook status</title><content type='html'>last yr, my status was&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;root bear floats :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;who likes cooking dinner for like 4 or more ppl?&lt;br /&gt;im looking for ppl to do community dinner with.&lt;br /&gt;comment below if interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6568796335812867514?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6568796335812867514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6568796335812867514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6568796335812867514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6568796335812867514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/08/facebook-status.html' title='facebook status'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3339649856067801026</id><published>2011-08-29T05:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T05:51:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great day</title><content type='html'>so, i got up at 8am to watch MU - Arsenal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the game! At some points I was just sitting there laughing, at other points I was smiling and clapping. not every game is that much fun, but this was for sure one of the most enjoyable games I have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MU destroyed Arsenal, final score 8-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I left for chuch, great start to my Sunday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3339649856067801026?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3339649856067801026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3339649856067801026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3339649856067801026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3339649856067801026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-day.html' title='great day'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-4090221594554496694</id><published>2011-05-10T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:13:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 6, 2011</title><content type='html'>so it begins, finally :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wait was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n today, i cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going to be wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-4090221594554496694?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/4090221594554496694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=4090221594554496694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4090221594554496694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4090221594554496694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-6-2011.html' title='May 6, 2011'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2061886403026410854</id><published>2011-05-04T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:17:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect each others beliefs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name. - Exodus 20:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;To misuse God's name means literally, "to lift it up to or attach it to emptiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Well, my view is its wrong to use God / Jesus's name in surprise, jest, anger or casually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;But everyone does, even tho everyone also talks about how they tolerate other religions and are respectful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Why? maybe the problem is cuz Christians do it too. If we use it, then whats the problem with using it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Its really unfortunate how everything the Bible says dont do, ppl seem to do. No one I know of curses with Buddha........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;just the fact that ppl use God's name in vain i think is proof that there is a God and there is a Devil trying to get ppl to do what God says dont do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Funny, this came out super diff from the way i thought it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Anyway, if your reading this, and you use the word God / Jesus when not actually refering to Him, I would appreciate if you stopped, and subed it with something else, your name maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2061886403026410854?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2061886403026410854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2061886403026410854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2061886403026410854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2061886403026410854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/05/respect-each-others-beliefs.html' title='Respect each others beliefs?'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3303192241050867168</id><published>2011-04-14T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:57:49.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassins</title><content type='html'>fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a group i am a part of decided to start a game of Assassins. 60 ppl started, so each of us sent an email saying we wanna play. and were then sent a target (one of the other 60 ppl).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it works like a chain and everyone (all 60 ppl) is inside the chain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to "assassinate" our target by touching them with a spoon or throwing a plastic spoon at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time out killer is after us. We started 5 days ago and 30 ppl are already dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you "kill" someone, you go after their target next so the chain keeps getting smaller and smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some days we have safeties, so if we hole an item we cannot be killed, so we got thru the day holding that item and we are fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some days there are no safeties, on these days, we just have to be in a state of watchful paranoia the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I ran to class and ran back home again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3303192241050867168?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-9180752912957563214</id><published>2011-03-24T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T05:03:58.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my mind</title><content type='html'>im thinking about somebody.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im looking forward to friday and saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-9180752912957563214?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/9180752912957563214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=9180752912957563214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9180752912957563214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9180752912957563214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-my-mind.html' title='in my mind'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-1607943024664949374</id><published>2011-03-20T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T16:12:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting times</title><content type='html'>im in vegas now :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last thursday i dislocated my toe, then on saturday i got an email saying my com has been hacked into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on monday i went out with my roomate (he drove)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on the highway another car hit us and we got slammed into the safety rail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and his car is totalled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now im in vegas, exciting times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-1607943024664949374?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/1607943024664949374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=1607943024664949374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1607943024664949374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1607943024664949374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/03/exciting-times.html' title='exciting times'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5089181607475524327</id><published>2011-02-23T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:00:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/859/"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5089181607475524327?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/5089181607475524327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=5089181607475524327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5089181607475524327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5089181607475524327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_23.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7952038822207182369</id><published>2011-02-21T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:53:27.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>因为我需要练</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay, lets see if i can do this. gotta start practicing my languages before I lose them. Thanks to google translate.... lets see how this goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;oke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lihat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;apakah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;boleh melakukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;hal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;harus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mulai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;berlatih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;bahasa saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sebelum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;kehilangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Berkat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;menterjemahkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lihat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;bagaimana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hal &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;berlangsung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;(hahahahha, thats funny, wouldnt use some of these words, like Berkat????? thats y, indonesian and malay are translated exactly same, boooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;好吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;，让我们看看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;如果我能做到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;这一点。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;开始练习&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;之前，我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;失去了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;他们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;的语言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;感谢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;谷歌翻译&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;让我们看看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;如何&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;(hahahah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;哪里?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;好吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;，讓我們看看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;如果我能做到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;這一點。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;開始練習&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;之前，我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;失去了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;他們&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;的語言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;感謝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;谷歌翻譯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;讓我們看看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;如何&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;(hmmm, no diff, useless tradiotional just makes everythin more messy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;puedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;hacer esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tengo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;empezar a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;practicar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;idiomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;antes de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;perderlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;traductor Google&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;vamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cómo va esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;(darn my spanish is not good enuf to even understand this, mayb this is going to be harder than expected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7952038822207182369?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7952038822207182369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7952038822207182369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7952038822207182369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7952038822207182369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='因为我需要练'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7010040504102336838</id><published>2011-02-14T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:12:04.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can do that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;'i think she needs a little space'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;       :|      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;(poker face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7010040504102336838?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7010040504102336838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7010040504102336838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7010040504102336838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7010040504102336838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-can-do-that.html' title='i can do that'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-443248618624604962</id><published>2011-02-11T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:34:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>instincts</title><content type='html'>instincts rarely fail me :) this time, right again.&lt;div&gt;thank you for knowing it was coming, that def helped, now i wanna come up with a name for my instincts, suggestions? comment (yes, you too)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes music helps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xk5jIDzWv_s" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it was like a ripping"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"its hard to .. .... .... .... ..... , its hard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh, feelings you can go now, dont need you hanging around causing problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-443248618624604962?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/443248618624604962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=443248618624604962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/443248618624604962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/443248618624604962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/02/instincts.html' title='instincts'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xk5jIDzWv_s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5208359675435617959</id><published>2011-02-11T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:15:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute zero</title><content type='html'>hello pain, I can't feel you, so you can't hurt me, so we can be friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5208359675435617959?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/5208359675435617959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=5208359675435617959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5208359675435617959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5208359675435617959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/02/absolute-zero.html' title='absolute zero'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7972637190798647338</id><published>2011-02-10T04:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:58:24.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks</title><content type='html'>when the right thing to do is not what you want to do, but when you do want to do the right thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you wanna do what you dont wanna do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7972637190798647338?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7972637190798647338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7972637190798647338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7972637190798647338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7972637190798647338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-sucks.html' title='this sucks'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-826900379329425452</id><published>2011-01-21T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:29:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good start to my day</title><content type='html'>today, i had a good start to my day :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S_oLCJIYOVU" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-826900379329425452?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/826900379329425452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=826900379329425452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/826900379329425452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/826900379329425452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-start-to-my-day.html' title='good start to my day'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S_oLCJIYOVU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-220077718874629220</id><published>2011-01-20T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:10:12.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>me thinks i blog only when im inspired by something or someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-220077718874629220?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/220077718874629220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=220077718874629220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/220077718874629220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/220077718874629220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2759613405308730658</id><published>2011-01-15T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:14:09.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday party</title><content type='html'>so i wanna have a bday party and i wanna play a game with everyone, but how many ppl will show up?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if 5 ppl show up, thats fine, we can just play any game, but if 20 ppl show up then the games gotta be something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;times up is the safe game, but is there something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would if i created a script for each person and we created a movie? that would b cool but i dont got the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;murder mystery? i feel like i need everyone to be sporting.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like times up is the safe backup, if only i can come up with something else.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2759613405308730658?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2759613405308730658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2759613405308730658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2759613405308730658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2759613405308730658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bday-party.html' title='bday party'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2195628365595895748</id><published>2011-01-13T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:38:09.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;"if you need someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;then w/o hesitation call me up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;today I was blessed by a friend. A reminder to me what true friends look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Im thankful for my friends, esp the ones that are creepers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2195628365595895748?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2195628365595895748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2195628365595895748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2195628365595895748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2195628365595895748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/01/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8112369962721981847</id><published>2011-01-11T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:05:28.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>im pissed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im feeling stress. thats why im pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pride myself in not getting stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stress isnt all fun, but being pissed cuz ur stressed......makes me wanna tell the whole world im pissed so someone will pity me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone wanna pity me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then if you do contact me ill say im fine, so dont actually bother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid stress, i hid for you for years, and now you caught up to me......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my appeal for residency is due tom and only my Faith in God keeps the hope alive that my appeal will pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, whats another $20000 right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then im super annoyed that for one of my classes the Prof thinks we should be working now. So he told us to read 200 pages during our break, and to learn C basically....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its only annoying cuz im trying to do well in school for once, and as I try harder, they raise the bar a little so it feels like im gettin nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should just go back to not caring bout grades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my rooms a super big mess, i was goin to start the reading but i looked at my room and was like, i gotta clean this up. so im goin to be cleaning this up now instead of reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I just spent 3 hours watching Oregon lose. Stupid, losing in the last second of the game too, just made me feel worse, hopeful all the way till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in one hour its january 11th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that means im going to have to fake being in a good mood, i dont wanna spoil a whole day for someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was a lion, then i could go catch a gazelle or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss ben and mokzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even i have bad days.............. good thing Jesus is real :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to talk to Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8112369962721981847?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8112369962721981847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8112369962721981847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8112369962721981847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8112369962721981847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2011/01/pissed.html' title='PISSED'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5070757067019799507</id><published>2010-12-30T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:06:29.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow fort in wisconsin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvIrECUZVzc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/mvIrECUZVzc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5070757067019799507?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/5070757067019799507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=5070757067019799507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5070757067019799507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5070757067019799507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow-fort-in-wisconsin.html' title='snow fort in wisconsin'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-332251854771205776</id><published>2010-12-30T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:55:02.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty good Mr. Rajagopal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Malaysian Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak has declared Friday, Dec. 31 a public holiday, in recognition of the recent victory of the Malaysian soccer team in the 2010 Asean Football Federation Cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;“The young team has made us proud, and we must build this success to propel Malaysian football to greater heights,” he said Thursday, as quoted by Malaysia’s national news agency, Bernama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Indonesia defeated Malaysia 2-1 in the second leg of the final match at Bung Karno stadium in Jakarta on Wednesday, but it was Malaysia that lifted the AFF trophy thanks to its 3-0 win in the first leg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-332251854771205776?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/332251854771205776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=332251854771205776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/332251854771205776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/332251854771205776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/pretty-good-mr-rajagopal.html' title='Pretty good Mr. Rajagopal'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6585704919194886861</id><published>2010-12-22T17:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T04:01:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes from Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>so, im in wisconsin for Christmas and every year I hear some stuff family members say that are pretty funny. So, im starting a post for quotes in the next few days.&lt;div&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gma - I am a very wobbly person, a lot more wobbly than last year (after stumbling when walking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gma - I think I was born sleepy (commenting on why she sleeps so much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gma - I must be getting too wide or something (after bumping into someone while passing them in the hallway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt J - Ohhh, those Jalepeno's are so hot! I'm a wimp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband - Yes you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt J - I heard you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me - :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D2 - Chauvinism is not dead! (intended to say chivalry is not dead after watching the guys do the dishes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro - So apparently Napolean was burried in like 7 caskets, each inside the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gma - they didnt want him to get away huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Gma is so cute :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(generation gap)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D2 - wait a minute I thought that was from somewhere else, I need to find out now, let me go get Gma's encyclopedia and look it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) (bro and I look at each other and roll our eyes and think of wikipedia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GPa-in-law - to test if your wife loves you, put her in the trunk with your dog and drive around for miles, then open the trunk and see who runs towards you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6585704919194886861?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6585704919194886861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6585704919194886861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6585704919194886861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6585704919194886861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/quotes-from-wisconsin.html' title='Quotes from Wisconsin'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5837531434449718394</id><published>2010-12-15T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:28:56.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;is there stuff in life that you dont like but do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So, a good friend just asked me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I dunno, cant think of anything off hand. Is that why Ive never excelled at anything in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5837531434449718394?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/5837531434449718394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=5837531434449718394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5837531434449718394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5837531434449718394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2563116598063973763</id><published>2010-12-13T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:11:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>torn</title><content type='html'>u wanna go, but you really dont have a good reason for going other than to be near.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but your supposed to be studying now, thats the only thing your supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so being near isnt important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanna b near.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I shouldnt......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is all about choices, today i chose to study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2563116598063973763?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2563116598063973763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2563116598063973763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2563116598063973763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2563116598063973763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/torn.html' title='torn'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-9149515935392347436</id><published>2010-12-05T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:26:52.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>From my point of view, its pointless.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, let's look at it from another point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not from a helath point of view, is a disaster from that point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, not from a feelings point of view, cuz if we did things just cuz it felt good, then we would be ok with sex outside marriage and taking drugs and anything else that brings instant pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The social aspect, maybe. Just cuz everyone else is doing it. Thats not a good reason, but it is easier maybe then not smoking. If your in a group and everyone else is smoking, its easier to do it with them than to not do it. It takes courage to be able to go against the norm, whereas anyone can succumb. But thats not a good reason to do it, its just a half valid excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, is there no good reason then for one to smoke?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would if one wanted attention? You know, you do it to pretend to have a bad image, or something along those lines, you do it to get back at someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But unless you do it in front of someone, how will they know? Well theres 2 options, let them see it, or let them hear about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how do you let them see it? Thats not easy, so then theres the let them hear about it option. Thats not too hard, but you have to make sure they find out thru a source, and you will have to set up that source.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you would have to tell someone that will pass the msg on. But if your setting up the source anyway, then wats the point of actually doing it? All you need to do is tell the source you smoke, you dont even need to actually smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, still there doesnt seem to be a reason to actually smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be a reason to pretend tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But would if that source tells someone else? And the someone else says well if you do it, I guess I can do it too? Then it brings up the question, is it worth it? To be smoking, or to be pretending to be smoking? Is there any good in it if your causing others to think its ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Corinthians 8:9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;i&gt;Be careful, however, that the exercise of your rights does not become a stumbling block to the weak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In the end, my point is smoking is all bad. But one can do anything they want in the end, but would if you werent just killing yourself? Would if you had a little follower who was doing watever you did, is it worth it then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Def worth thinking about at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe one should hide when they smoke, and not let anyone know. Then at least they wont be guilty of someone else doing it cuz of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-9149515935392347436?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/9149515935392347436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=9149515935392347436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9149515935392347436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9149515935392347436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8090686968374683914</id><published>2010-12-03T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:03:00.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers</title><content type='html'>feeling all dsfasdfjlhas;ag&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, gchat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage" live="assertive" style="margin-left: 1em; "&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: -1em; zoom: 1; "&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":5"&gt;mokzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: -1em; zoom: 1; "&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: -1em; zoom: 1; "&gt;D: monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: -1em; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage" live="assertive" style="margin-left: 1em; "&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt; &lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: -1em; zoom: 1; "&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":3"&gt;HAAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":2" dir="ltr" class="kl" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; text-align: left; "&gt;it rhymes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":1" dir="ltr" class="kl" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; text-align: left; "&gt;ur good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="km" role="chatMessage" live="assertive" style="margin-left: 1em; "&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt; &lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr" style="font-weight: bold; margin-left: -1em; zoom: 1; "&gt;D: i know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;and just like that, i felt right as rain :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk" style="margin-bottom: 0.2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahhhhhh, my mokzy, i love you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8090686968374683914?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8090686968374683914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8090686968374683914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8090686968374683914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8090686968374683914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheers.html' title='cheers'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3042561608447728488</id><published>2010-12-01T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:35:03.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>stupid math.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna scream!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, this thought just went thru my head :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe if i go to sleep, math54 will go away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess im going crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ill be so happy when finals are over, especially if i pass all my classes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3042561608447728488?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3042561608447728488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3042561608447728488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3042561608447728488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3042561608447728488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/12/agggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-297764767900699983</id><published>2010-11-28T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:05:34.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wow</title><content type='html'>I was reading something, and this line stood out to me&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will talk as long as you would like to listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ahhahah, brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-297764767900699983?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/297764767900699983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=297764767900699983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/297764767900699983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/297764767900699983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-wow.html' title='oh wow'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-4721401154644695148</id><published>2010-11-28T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:21:03.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first draft of me story, tell me what you think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"that's too much"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"No, it's fine. It is a little strong, but not too strong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; replies Emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two differing opinions arguing back and forth. Neither knows if he is right, but each has his opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"No, I won't let you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; says Logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emo: &lt;i&gt;"Awww, come on man. I haven't done anything in days!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"That's the point, I am in charge, you just stay put, don't get us in trouble."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emo: &lt;i&gt;"But I stayed put for the last 2 years, now is my chance to shine!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"Look how well we've done in the last 2 years without you, wonderful! You just make everything messy, just stay out!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emo: &lt;i&gt;"You know at some point you will need me right?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"Unfortunately, but that time is not here yet."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Since they have opposing views, it only seems natural that one of them will be right and win, while the other will be wrong and lose. But if they are part of the same body, then does that both sides cannot be happy together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"Trust me, we are just going to chill now, that's it....chill, no more."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emo: &lt;i&gt;"Hey Logic, check that out over there"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (points off into the distance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic lets his guard down, looking away to where Emo is pointing.&lt;br /&gt;Emo sneaks his other hand forward and makes the change, adding on to chill while Logic is distracted.&lt;br /&gt;Logic looks back in time to see the text being sent with the changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"Now why'd you go and do that? I told you just chill, no more!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emo: &lt;i&gt;"That's easy for you to say, your always cold and calculative, you don't get excited, you don't know what it feels like to want more."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"I know what is safe, and I know how to keep things simple, and I don't need you messing things up."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emo: &lt;i&gt;"Well maybe I made things better, you don't know."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Logic: &lt;i&gt;"I guess we have no choice but to wait and see, I hope your right."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Then theres the nail biting wait, was it too much? Is Logic right? Or is Emo right?&lt;br /&gt;Logic and Emo sit in silence, Logic contemplating the worst-case scenario while Emo thinks about how wonderful it could all turn out. Surely it wasn't too much was it?&lt;br /&gt;Minutes go by, there is no responding text, Logic and Emo glance at each other. Logic feels a sense of doom, Emo begins to look guiltier by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the response comes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, no response yet, more nail-bitting waiting, more sinking feelings.&lt;br /&gt;And Logic is looking at Emo shaking his head, and Emo is hoping that it was not too much. Suddenly, there is a third player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Confidence: &lt;i&gt;"Don't worry, it will all be fine. Even if it was too strong, it will turn out fine later on."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Logic just shakes his head, Emo looks hopefully at Confidence, and Confidence hopes he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the phone rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... its someone else....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-4721401154644695148?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/4721401154644695148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=4721401154644695148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4721401154644695148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4721401154644695148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-draft-of-me-story-tell-me-what.html' title='first draft of me story, tell me what you think'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3037347424210192521</id><published>2010-11-27T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:53:35.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greed</title><content type='html'>you have nothing, and your fine with nothing, im mean your like i wish i had 1, but your not expecting anthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get 1. And at first you just enjoy having 1, and appreciate that you have 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, your like, wait, i wish I had 2. Why dont I have 2? How can I get 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can have 2, how can I get 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen suddenly you spend all your time trying to get 2, and you dont appreciate 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1 is gone, and your like, wait, now i dont have 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it, greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of enjoying 1 while it lasts, you want more and focus on a 2 you dont have while 1 is waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everything is gone, and instead of noticing that at one point you were content with nothing, you think about 2 and are bitter about 1 disapearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Don't be greedy like me, yes by you I actually meant me :) cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3037347424210192521?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3037347424210192521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3037347424210192521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3037347424210192521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3037347424210192521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/greed.html' title='Greed'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-982663876666235403</id><published>2010-11-27T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:11:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's it going</title><content type='html'>"How's it going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today wasnt that good, you know. i mean i woke up and it was thanksgiving, and i was supposed to be thankful, but..... hey wait a minute, who am i talking to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt really wanna know how my day was huh? u were just saying hi? well ok, bye i guess........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-982663876666235403?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/982663876666235403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=982663876666235403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/982663876666235403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/982663876666235403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/hows-it-going.html' title='how&apos;s it going'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-549123318549231740</id><published>2010-11-26T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:01:50.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Champions League Games</title><content type='html'>I need to get these games somehow, let me know if you know how to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ac Milan | Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul, 25th May 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United | Bayern Munich &lt;br /&gt;Barcelona, 5th May 1999 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United | Real Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, 23rd April 2003 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United | Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;Birmingham, 14th April 1999 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United | AS Roma&lt;br /&gt;Manchester, 10 April 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-549123318549231740?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/549123318549231740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=549123318549231740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/549123318549231740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/549123318549231740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-champions-league-games.html' title='Best Champions League Games'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-4614550261745213023</id><published>2010-11-26T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:20:00.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>wow, now that was a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got invited to a friends place for thanksgiving. Got there bout noon, snacked on cheese and crackers and fruit. Sat around and talked, played hockey in the back yard with the super cute 2 year old and 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when the turkey was ready. We sat down at 3 tables (i did say feast) to start eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 20 of us, mostly the friends family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four generations there, SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ages ranged from 2-94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 was super healthy too, telling us about how she flew to Korea 3 yrs ago to visit &lt;br /&gt;Ban Ki-moon, the current Secretary-General of the United Nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly he came here to study abroad when he was 19 and stayed at her house, so shes known him all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty cool, then 92 told us about being in the air force for ww2 and cycling 20km everynight to see his gf :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this reminds me, i need to get as many stories as i can from my gma this winter and write them down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the food&lt;br /&gt;- Turkey&lt;br /&gt;- stuffing&lt;br /&gt;- gravy&lt;br /&gt;- mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;- candied sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;- green bean casserole&lt;br /&gt;- rolls&lt;br /&gt;- cranberries&lt;br /&gt;- carrots and peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert&lt;br /&gt;- pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;- brownies topped with marshmellows&lt;br /&gt;- pecan pie&lt;br /&gt;- oatmeal choc chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURP....... then we sat around and watched football games while digesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watched the super cute kids play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, good thanksgiving, im thankful for today and the funny thing is i only ate one meal the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up 3am - black friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-4614550261745213023?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/4614550261745213023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=4614550261745213023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4614550261745213023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4614550261745213023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3107691641918245887</id><published>2010-11-25T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:50:46.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TED TALKS ROCK</title><content type='html'>some of my recent favs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimamanda Adichie: The danger of a single story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9Ihs241zeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/D9Ihs241zeg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Fried: Why work doesn't happen at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5XD2kNopsUs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/5XD2kNopsUs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Ken Robinson: Do schools kill creativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iG9CE55wbtY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/iG9CE55wbtY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad Wolfram: Teaching kids real math with computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60OVlfAUPJg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/60OVlfAUPJg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Nye on global power shifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/796LfXwzIUk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/796LfXwzIUk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3107691641918245887?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3107691641918245887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3107691641918245887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of creating an incentive scheme, there is an army of people, clever and otherwise, who will inevitably spend even more time trying to beat it." FREAKONOMICS, Levitt &amp; Dubner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story." THE DANGER OF A SINGLE STORY, Chimamanda Adichie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8644714655082665280?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8644714655082665280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8644714655082665280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8644714655082665280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8644714655082665280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-quotes-from-my-day.html' title='good quotes from my day'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-1976975656631000431</id><published>2010-11-25T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:16:34.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>book</title><content type='html'>its november, i should try to write a book, maybe i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what will it be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, writers block before i start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-1976975656631000431?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/1976975656631000431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=1976975656631000431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1976975656631000431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1976975656631000431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/book.html' title='book'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2336383035042108062</id><published>2010-11-25T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:04:37.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advice from the wiser</title><content type='html'>so be it, there is no point talking to elders unless you listen to what they say. So, when someone older and wiser says something, one should listen to it, especially if it rings true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed with wise old friends and family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall attempt to follow this wise advice, yes it will be hard and it will take more patience than I have, but logic dictates that listening to the wise will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of you young ones out there, heed the wisdom in these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"allow some space to build a strong friendship first before getting "into a relationship". "In a relationship/ dating" is just a title, really. A title that adds a lot of pressure to make the friendship work. I think if you focus on the friendship, relationship will naturally happen. And you'll have the freedom to make it happen. Doesn't stop you from hanging out every single day. Doesn't stop you from doing nice things for each other. Not having that title will also keep you away from gejala-gejala tidak sihat."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i like talking to ppl, diff ppl have diff perspectives ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2336383035042108062?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2336383035042108062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2336383035042108062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2336383035042108062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2336383035042108062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/advice-from-wiser.html' title='advice from the wiser'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7326299625443577880</id><published>2010-11-25T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:55:33.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16195588" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16195588"&gt;Jai &amp; Daenielle's Wedding&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jeremyteo"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) im proud of my sis, witnessing God be so good to her gives me hope that one day ill have a meaningful wedding that oozes love like hers did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7326299625443577880?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7326299625443577880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7326299625443577880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7326299625443577880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7326299625443577880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-love.html' title='True love'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-610298841340783525</id><published>2010-11-25T07:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:08:51.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the text</title><content type='html'>me vs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me always wins, but then the other me loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres always part of me thats sad? and part of me thats happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the logical side says slow and steady, chill.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the emo side is all excited and is like no, more than chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the logical side is like JUST CHILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the emo side is like, hey look there (and the logical side looks), and the emo side adds a little to the chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly its more than just chill, and the logic side looks back and sees its more than just chill and its like, now whyd you go n do that? then theres the nail biting wait, was it too much? is reason right? or are feelings right? &lt;br /&gt;the sms response is the judge, the tone of the text will determine if it was too strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the response comes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk, the response hasnt come yet, more nail biting waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the logical side is looking at the emo side shaking his head, and the emo side is hoping that its not too much. And then theres a 3rd part, the self confident part, thats like don't worry its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the logical part is still shaking his head, and the emo part is still hoping and the confident part is pretending to not be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the phone rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... its someone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha, let me know if this was fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized i need inspiration to write, and for now i have it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do u think? could i turn this into a short story? that would be fun. comment pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-610298841340783525?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/610298841340783525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=610298841340783525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/610298841340783525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/610298841340783525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-crazy-p.html' title='the text'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2729802052239491321</id><published>2010-11-24T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:37:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school boy</title><content type='html'>haha, funny i kinda feel like a giggly little school boy, cept im not giggling i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im goin to enjoy reading my blog when im 90, il be like wat in the world was i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever, im a kid still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2729802052239491321?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2729802052239491321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2729802052239491321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2729802052239491321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2729802052239491321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/school-boy.html' title='school boy'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2639334882301592574</id><published>2010-11-21T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:26:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growth</title><content type='html'>yeah, i like her and its growing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to feel positive feelings for someone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2639334882301592574?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2639334882301592574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2639334882301592574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2639334882301592574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2639334882301592574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/growth.html' title='growth'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3886065623760709287</id><published>2010-11-16T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:29:19.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy</title><content type='html'>I think i like somebody, but I don't wanna rush things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I do wanna rush things, but then my logical self is like nope, but then the other side is like yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so its a struggle, the logical side vs the feelings side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the logical side is winning for now.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feelings side is bidding its time, waiting for the right moment when logic lets its guard down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, gotta keep that guard up, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3886065623760709287?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3886065623760709287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3886065623760709287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3886065623760709287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3886065623760709287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/messy.html' title='Messy'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8815734585139623815</id><published>2010-11-05T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:40:29.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christian</title><content type='html'>so as a christian im supposed to love everyone and share the good news with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its so easy to not talk bout "religious stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most ppl dont like bringing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if that is really the most important thing in life, then what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of uncomfortably trying to force ppl to discuss it/ think of it, i came up with a brilliant king julian plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill start using my facebook status to quote bible verses, then if ppl wanna talk bout stuff they can comment/send me a msg, n if they dont they can ignore it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its a brilliant plan, and hope it will start conversations with ppl who want to talk bout such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ppl that dont, well since its my status i wont be messing with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i thot of this idea during worship :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8815734585139623815?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8815734585139623815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8815734585139623815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8815734585139623815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8815734585139623815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/christian.html' title='christian'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8119423315957370451</id><published>2010-11-04T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:04:34.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frat parties</title><content type='html'>this was a facebook event to a party,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;X presents its "Anything But Clothes" (ABC) Party. Cover up with some bubble wrap, caution tape, you name it! No rules, no regulations, and ABSOLUTELY NO clothes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***If you do not dress up to code, you will NOT be allowed to enter***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, not interested....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8119423315957370451?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8119423315957370451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8119423315957370451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8119423315957370451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8119423315957370451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/frat-parties.html' title='frat parties'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2944063497396530313</id><published>2010-11-03T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:46:43.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stuff im learning</title><content type='html'>stolen straight from my notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Paradox&lt;br /&gt;The “birthday paradox” is a remarkable phenomenon that examines the chances that two people in a group&lt;br /&gt;have the same birthday. It is a “paradox” not because of a logical contradiction, but because it goes against&lt;br /&gt;intuition. For ease of calculation, we take the number of days in a year to be 365. If we consider the case&lt;br /&gt;where there are n people in a room, then |W| = 365n. Let A = “At least two people have the same birthday,”&lt;br /&gt;and let ¯A = “No two people have the same birthday.” It is clear that Pr[A] = 1-Pr[¯A]. We will calculate&lt;br /&gt;Pr[¯A], since it is easier, and then find out Pr[A]. How many ways are there for no two people to have the same&lt;br /&gt;birthday? Well, there are 365 choices for the first person, 364 for the second, . . . , 365-n+1 choices for the&lt;br /&gt;nth person, for a total of 365 364       (365-n+1). (Note that this is just sampling without replacement&lt;br /&gt;with 365 bins and n balls; as we saw in the previous Note, the number of outcomes is 365!&lt;br /&gt;(365-n)! , which is what&lt;br /&gt;we just got.) Thus we have Pr[¯A] = |¯A|&lt;br /&gt;|W| = 365 364     (365-n+1)&lt;br /&gt;365n . Then Pr[A] = 1- 365 364     (365-n+1)&lt;br /&gt;365n .&lt;br /&gt;This allows us to compute Pr[A] as a function of the number of people, n. Of course, as n increases Pr[A]&lt;br /&gt;increases. In fact, with n = 23 people you should be willing to bet that at least two people do have the same&lt;br /&gt;birthday, since then Pr[A] is larger than 50%! For n = 60 people, Pr[A] is over 99%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2944063497396530313?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2944063497396530313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2944063497396530313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2944063497396530313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2944063497396530313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuff-im-learning_03.html' title='the stuff im learning'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3975269442594181827</id><published>2010-11-03T07:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:36:23.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>im sitting here doing math hw, but im not learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just doing it so i can turn it in, then im going to study for the rest of the day, but i dont actually know wat im learning, im just making sure i know what to answer on the exam...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i in school? is it to pass exams or is it to learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, gotta change the way im doing work i guess, but how do i learn more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres still the hw i need to finish, maybe ill figure out how to learn when after i finish the hw.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3975269442594181827?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3975269442594181827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3975269442594181827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3975269442594181827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3975269442594181827'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why must we die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz were separated from God now, but if accept his gift then after we die, we can be with Him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if we never died, we would be permanantly separated from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in some sense, death is like a gift. becuz we will die, we get to choose if we want God or not, but if there was no death, we would just be stuck like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i like bible studies that let me see things a new way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8881364236117781188?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8881364236117781188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3774077836351289665</id><published>2010-09-26T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:48:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had to post</title><content type='html'>not every week is like this, but this week was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im just going to share wat i did from thursday at 10pm to Saturday at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 10pm - go to computer lab start programing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 5am - go back and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday 10am - go to computer lab start programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 5am - go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats it, thats wat happens when u have a cs project :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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post'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-4057165513862087372</id><published>2010-09-06T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:01:47.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>i think ive figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy, accept Gods gift which is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, let His love fill you, and shower that love on everyone else around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, Love everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, be yourself. Dont be someone your not to impress others, and dont do stuff you dont agree with just to please someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it i think, thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become your own person, ppl will be attracted to you cuz your ur own person, not some fake tryin to get ppls approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just by virtue of loving/ trying to genuinely love ppl, most ppl wont mind being around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ull have friends that like you cuz your you, not cuz you try to be like them/ try to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad its easier to copy others than make your own path......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, i think lifes been good at least for me, and i think i kinda followed these steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a random post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='life'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7883334060326448517</id><published>2010-08-12T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:41:57.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opposite sides of the world</title><content type='html'>so i was back in msia for 3 weeks recently. and i was pretty amused at how easy i jumped back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beore i left, i was driving around in miles on the right side of the road. then few days later i was drivin in traffic on the left side of the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to the right side again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is its not just the side of the road thats different between the countries, but ive been able to easily slip back into living in the different countries with varying lifestyles and time zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats pretty cool, and it made me think, where is home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i then came to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;home is where I am :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7883334060326448517?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7883334060326448517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7883334060326448517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;So, were running shirtless n we get to the beach n jog a bit more, so that were warm when we hit the water, cuz the waters even colder.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once were in the water its really cool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bioluminscence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically when i move my hands in the water, its like a highlighter, darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its somekinda algae or something that lights up when it senses movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waves look a little like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/klabu006/architecture/images/Red_tide_bioluminescence_at_midnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.lib.umn.edu/klabu006/architecture/images/Red_tide_bioluminescence_at_midnight.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, going into water less than 10 degrees, wearing just shorts, and lighting up the water by moving..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for friends like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-4118503581950842983?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/4118503581950842983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=4118503581950842983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4118503581950842983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4118503581950842983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/07/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6048293832766680195</id><published>2010-06-09T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:10:29.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.proofthatgodexists.org/logic.php"&gt;http://www.proofthatgodexists.org/logic.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6048293832766680195?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6048293832766680195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6048293832766680195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6048293832766680195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6048293832766680195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/06/worth-reading.html' title='worth reading'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-682734665626644752</id><published>2010-06-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:18:56.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RA</title><content type='html'>so im goin to be an RA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job is to be a leader and everyones friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like pengawas but more friendlyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i need them to like me and respect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im goin to be myself, but im curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like me? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you respect me? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-682734665626644752?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/682734665626644752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=682734665626644752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/682734665626644752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/682734665626644752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/06/ra.html' title='RA'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3672092902272907527</id><published>2010-05-28T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:40:36.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did Jesus die?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever loved anyone? Really loved them? If you ever really loved someone, you probably would have been willing to die for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard that God loves us, this is how we know this, that He died In an extremely painful and shameful way for us so that we would have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just as Adam and eve had a choice, we have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we choose life or death. We have until we die to make that choice, unfortunately we do not know when we will die. Also, when we fully understand what He has done, we will try to share the good news with everyone we know, understanding that Satan will  try to oppose us and it will not be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made us to worship Him, but he gave us free will because He loved us. We chose sin, but because He loves us he gave us another chance to choose, however this time our choice will have eternal consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His love, He has given us full power to choose as we wish: life or death. It is your move, do not wait till it is too late, start reading the bible now to understand Who God trully is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3672092902272907527?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3672092902272907527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3672092902272907527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3672092902272907527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3672092902272907527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-did-jesus-die.html' title='Why did Jesus die?'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-9041142717830497920</id><published>2010-05-28T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:28:12.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we go when we die?</title><content type='html'>So the body dies. Everyone agrees, but is there a soul or spirit that lives on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- there isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Well in that case, everyone should live however they please I guess, life is meaningless and the only thing that would be worth living for is personal pleasure, every choice should be made to maximize your own pleasure and extend your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - there is.&lt;br /&gt;Well if there is, what comes after?&lt;br /&gt;From a Christian point of view, there is eternally united with God (heaven) and eternally seperated from God. That's it 2 options, but the good news is we have a choice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through sin we are seperated from God. He Is Holy and cannot stand sin, as long as we are filled with sin, we cannot be reunited with Him. So we need to be cleansed of our sin, but we are all sinfull. Only Jesus was sinless, and he dies in our place, so that we could choose to be reunited with God. If we accept Gods gift, we get our sins forgiven and we can be reunited with God, but if we choose to not be reunited with God, then God allows us to fully experience total seperation from Him. Unfortunately, total seperation from Him (hell) has no good and is fully evil and as such not a place any of us want to go to if we fully understand what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-9041142717830497920?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/9041142717830497920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=9041142717830497920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9041142717830497920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/9041142717830497920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-do-we-go-when-we-die.html' title='Where do we go when we die?'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-1924878215469065079</id><published>2010-05-28T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:13:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Christianity</title><content type='html'>Assuming there is a God, where has he shown Himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else has God spoken as clearly, to my understanding, most other religions are based on a human speculating about who or what God is. Only in the bible do we actually have God explaining Himself to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn't ppl write the bible?&lt;br /&gt;This is why it is called faith. I believe that God spoke through man (this would be possible since God can do whatever He wants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there other religions?&lt;br /&gt;Well is God who is good, but there is also Satan who is evil.&lt;br /&gt;Satan wants to keep us away from God. What is one way to do this?&lt;br /&gt;Well one way would be to try and prove that there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;But the average human can figure out from nature that there had to have been a creator, so they look for a creator, or a way to explain how they are born with a sense of what is good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if ppl are looking and God has revealed Himself, then ppl will find Him, unless you can give them an easier option, an option that will make them feel satisfied and keep them from seeking God anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, many ppl are stuck here, and never end up finding God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-1924878215469065079?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/1924878215469065079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=1924878215469065079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1924878215469065079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1924878215469065079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-christianity.html' title='Why Christianity'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2355024542643184340</id><published>2010-05-28T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:58:15.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God exist</title><content type='html'>Does God exist?&lt;br /&gt;One of the simplest forms is an electron. But even an electron is way too complex for humans to fully understand. If we cannot even understand one of the simplest things, how can we try to explain how it came about. The only logical conclusion is the world came about by some means we do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a God, would He make himself known?&lt;br /&gt;Well I believe He has through nature. Man is meant to wonder at natures beautyand realize that there had to be a greater power that made all of it. Just because we cannot understand God, it does not mean He dies not exist; in fact if we could fully understand Him, then there would be nothing great about Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2355024542643184340?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2355024542643184340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2355024542643184340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2355024542643184340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2355024542643184340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/does-god-exist.html' title='Does God exist'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-4730077077386779760</id><published>2010-05-20T07:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:16:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neo</title><content type='html'>im dodging bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more is still in the air, but i doded 2 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psych - i took the class pass/fail, and ended up skipping 80% of classes, then didnt do any of the readings. day b4 exam i start reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed a 47 for the final. i did about 30ish questions out of 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed 70, needed about 20 out of the 70. But it was a, b, c, d , e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% of 70 is 14. So i needed to guess better than my odds to pass the class, who would have expected it to come down to that? If i had studied like 2 more hours, I could have passed easliy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank God I got 55 (maybe its the years of guessing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than CS, I had an A in the class until the  3rd midterm, where i got 17/35, cuz i got left behind in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than i took the final and realized i might end up with a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, i got a B- which is bad compared to the A i had, but good cuz i should have gotten a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im waiting for stats.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework -10%&lt;br /&gt;I skipped at least 4 of the 12 homeworks, now i wish i didnt, but too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes - 15%&lt;br /&gt;This was down to bad luck, 4 quizzes, but i missed the last one cuz i injured my back and was in bed all day, so i got only like&lt;br /&gt;12%/15%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterm - 19.5/25%&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a pretty good grade right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its not, unfortunately this stats class is a class that business majors take. So its curved really really  high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final was 40 multiple choice questions, 50% of the grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, im hoping i get a B, but I think the hw is going to make it a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, gotta do all my hw from now on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-4730077077386779760?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/4730077077386779760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=4730077077386779760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4730077077386779760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/4730077077386779760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/neo.html' title='neo'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-1441655894749879011</id><published>2010-05-18T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:24:52.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats the world coming to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVogg_0Hhus&amp;hl=en_US&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/rVogg_0Hhus&amp;hl=en_US&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-1441655894749879011?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/1441655894749879011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=1441655894749879011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1441655894749879011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1441655894749879011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-world-coming-to.html' title='whats the world coming to?'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8133677566316139112</id><published>2010-05-08T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:13:24.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions</title><content type='html'>so i go thru life at like a 6 or 7, kinda slightly happy but neutralish feelingswise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then if somethin happens i can move a bit to sad or angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is the once in a while where im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wanna jump up n down, its a nice feeling. N its not about the money, its the achievement i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i played poker and wasnt doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down to 80 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all in, would have lost, but someone bluffed everyone else out of the hand, and i beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had like 3 or 4 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all in again n doubled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that again, soon I had like 30ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played well, only made like 2 bad moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the night ended cuz i took one guy for all he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE HAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bout 80ish then, i put him all in and he called cuz he thot i was bluffing!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRROOOOOOOAARRRRRR (u can c im happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended the night with about 160.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 cents ----&gt; $160&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats y im happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8133677566316139112?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8133677566316139112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8133677566316139112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8133677566316139112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8133677566316139112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/emotions.html' title='emotions'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7886562475469771585</id><published>2010-05-06T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:56:24.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life</title><content type='html'>so, i guess i had a busy few days, this is kinda wat it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Worked at the marina all day, played poker at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Went Windsurfing most of the day. Went for an art and talent show at night. Stayed up all night writing a paper and watching 2 football games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Camping trip day 1 - kinda went surfing (cant do it yet, will continue in the summer maybe), walked around santa cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Camping  trip day 2 - went to the beach, BEAUTIFUL!!!!!! camped in tents at a state park near the beach. the most numbers of stars i have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Camping trip over - packed up and left BIG SUR :(. Went to the Monteray Bay aquarium. IV small group meeting. Played poker after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Went to work all day. Night hung out with friends from a writing class, played pool, writing this.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, i didnt study at all in a week. Finals start monday......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7886562475469771585?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7886562475469771585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7886562475469771585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7886562475469771585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7886562475469771585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-life.html' title='my life'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7274884262956634546</id><published>2010-04-27T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:12:38.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unquenchable allure</title><content type='html'>so, i guess ive thot about this a lot. But im sure its still not goin to come out clearly, but ill try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, sex is always brought up explicitly in the media. how did it get that far, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna suggest that a long time ago the media started with a couple hugging then kissing, then it progressed to caressing and then an implied sex-scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That then slowly progressed to a sex-scene with the couple under the blanket, then the blanket slips, and over the years, suddenly its a full, graphic sex-scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my finite knowledge about this topic, i have come to realise that the reason they keep showing more and more over time is bcuz sex does not satisfy, not permanatly at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they have to keep raising the bar, thats y theres bondage and all that stuff, soon sex itself becomes boring and needs excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon 2 ppl r not enough, and it becomes a group party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have any of u watched porn? well if u have, then u probably experienced something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the begining&lt;br /&gt;watching 2 ppl make out turns you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but over time, thats not enuf, and u want more. (yeah i decided to stop describing stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more, and more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD DO YOU WANT MORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, CUZ IT DOESN'T SATISFY, at least not permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if ur searching for something more permanent, its not sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex just leaves you wanting more sex, if my theory is right (i think it is) and if the sex is not in its right place (marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make sense? not sure if i explained my thots right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur dating, ull start holding hands, then sudenly thats not enuf, so u start kissing, then thats not enuf.... it keeps going based on my theory of it not satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, with porn n sex and stuff that deal with sex, the more you participate, the more you want, slowly over time it can become an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am tryin to say, is be careful what you allow urself to do. Why are u watching them make out? r u goin to stop there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why r u frenching her? r u goin to stop there? cuz soon, very soon, if not already, ur going to want more......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7274884262956634546?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7274884262956634546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7274884262956634546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7274884262956634546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7274884262956634546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/04/allure.html' title='unquenchable allure'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-1897415510790707770</id><published>2010-04-27T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:21:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Announcing the arrival of King Julian, Lord of the Lamers, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His royal excellency will be in Malaysia from the 10th of July till the 28th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i will be back for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all r not too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-1897415510790707770?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/1897415510790707770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=1897415510790707770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1897415510790707770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/1897415510790707770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-malaysia.html' title='To Malaysia'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5104268050810206062</id><published>2010-04-20T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:23:30.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory Jose</title><content type='html'>So this guy Jose thinks he has a theory, yes just a theory, not a law yet. The theory is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - the quest for it and the experience of it is where most life lessons come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatchu think of Jose's theory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5104268050810206062?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/5104268050810206062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=5104268050810206062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5104268050810206062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5104268050810206062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/04/theory-jose.html' title='Theory Jose'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6626797889816704290</id><published>2010-04-14T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:30:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker</title><content type='html'>so once again i played in a tournament and got second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i had AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flop K Q 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised a bit,&lt;br /&gt;So i went all in (it was just the 2 of us left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had AJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got 25 gift card to a thai restaurant and 2 tix to a performance, valued at 50-100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is noone wants the tix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6626797889816704290?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6626797889816704290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6626797889816704290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6626797889816704290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6626797889816704290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/04/poker.html' title='Poker'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6363298000199561195</id><published>2010-03-18T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:09:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice</title><content type='html'>i think this my fsv show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/hustleseasons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6363298000199561195?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6363298000199561195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6363298000199561195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6363298000199561195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6363298000199561195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice.html' title='nice'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3520688545409002131</id><published>2010-03-10T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:19:24.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>msn</title><content type='html'>so i sign on to msn messenger after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get like 20 ppl that added me, all strange names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pshhhhhh, next thin their talkin to me, ive given up on guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reply they say their 21 n wanna webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they send me a link, all stupid programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anythin i say they just reply same thing, stupid send me a link, im not goin to click on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3520688545409002131?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3520688545409002131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3520688545409002131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3520688545409002131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3520688545409002131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/03/msn.html' title='msn'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6596600776062687689</id><published>2010-03-10T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:05:54.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poker -sigh....</title><content type='html'>so i played in a tournament last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first prize was a netbook, i kinda need a new com. so i went to play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssshhhhhtttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least 50 ppl were there, i got 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beaten on the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of us he went all in, i called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his hand As,10s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand Kd,Qd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, 2,3,5 rainbow flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it, ahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;river 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least if he got an A i wouldnt have minded losing. but he caught 4 cards for a straight....psshhhhht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this friday theres another one, and i got a 40 bucks gift card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILLL!!!!!!!!! aghhhhhhhhh 1 card away from a netbook!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6596600776062687689?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6596600776062687689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6596600776062687689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6596600776062687689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6596600776062687689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/03/poker-sigh.html' title='poker -sigh....'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3969836382490895339</id><published>2010-03-10T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:58:05.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seat belts video</title><content type='html'>http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150129737485188&amp;oid=85510254586&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought the video was pretty cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3969836382490895339?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3969836382490895339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3969836382490895339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3969836382490895339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3969836382490895339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/03/seat-belts-video.html' title='seat belts video'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7254955134149393358</id><published>2010-03-04T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:15:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berkeley - protest town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;UC Berkeley has a reputation for student activism, stemming from the 1960s and the Free Speech Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro, students and non-students will be protesting the cut in funding that public universities in california have been receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, students received this email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The following message is from Chair, UC Berkeley's Academic Senate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a right to make yourself heard in protest.  We fully support you in this, and in the cause of public education.  But, as faculty, we want more than anything for you to remain safe.  Here are six things you should know to keep yourself safe while engaged in peaceful protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  If a police officer tells you to do something, do it- even if you think the officer shouldn`t be asking.  Arguing back, or otherwise failing to comply, may result in your immediate arrest, because it is against the law not to obey an officer's order.   Take a badge number and file a later complaint instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do not tear or cross police tape or move barricades.  If the police line is compromised, police may use force to maintain the line.  Try to keep a couple yards' distance from the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  If you see property being vandalized or police equipment (e.g., cars) being handled by the crowd, leave the scene. The police will act.  Innocent observers on the scene may be arrested by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If you are in the middle of a crowd and want to leave-&lt;br /&gt;     a. Turn away from the barricade.&lt;br /&gt;     b. Stay on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;     c. Use your hands to push your way out of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  If the police tell you to disperse or move back, do so immediately.  Failure to do so could result in your arrest, or in the use of force against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  If you choose to be arrested, consider the possible student conduct consequences.  If you still want to be arrested, follow the instructions of the officer.   Remember also that anything you say to a police officer can be used later against you or your companions- you have the right to remain silent and to ask for a lawyer at any point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be smart and stay safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting place to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7254955134149393358?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7254955134149393358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7254955134149393358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7254955134149393358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7254955134149393358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/03/berkeley-protest-town.html' title='berkeley - protest town'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3922623054834865199</id><published>2010-02-19T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:22:41.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Clinton is visiting Berkeley</title><content type='html'>The Blum Center for Developing Economies,&lt;br /&gt;University of California, Berkeley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is pleased to announce that President Bill Clinton will speak to UC Berkeley students, staff, and faculty about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Citizenship: Turning Good Intentions into Positive Action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3:30 p.m. February 24 at UC Berkeley's Zellerbach Auditorium. Doors will open at 3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets for this event can be obtained online only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UC Berkeley student tickets, which are free, can be ordered online starting at 7 a.m. February 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 7am, I and almost every other Berkeley student got up and got online. For minutes, all we did was click the refresh button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Server was down, overloaded, everthing. Almost every minute of waiting for the page to load was repaid by a new error msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 730, most students started to give up. I kept refreshing the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 739, I was still refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I find out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT TICKETS SOLD OUT as of 7:39 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you for your registration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the boy who learned to wait around and seize his chance, the same one who waited in line and got the first Harry Potter book managed to get one ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Now I just have to figure out who this President Bill Clinton guy is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I felt like gloating, im not smiling around here cuz all my floor mates are moping around saying they should not have got up and tried. There all said and complaining, so im pretending that nothing happened cuz tryin not to piss them off.&lt;br /&gt;I think also they think of me as Malaysia boy, so mabe they r wondering why Malaysia boy comes all the way to steal their tickets. Well too bad, the talk is about global citizenship anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I GOT TICKETS!!!! Well one, but still, ahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;k shouldnt be too happy, didnt even do anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God decided to bless me with tickets :) so, just wanted to share cuz im happy but dont wanna jump around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess If nothing else, I achieved something at Berkeley :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3922623054834865199?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3922623054834865199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3922623054834865199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3922623054834865199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3922623054834865199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/02/president-clinton-is-visiting-berkeley.html' title='President Clinton is visiting Berkeley'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-350890338508085391</id><published>2010-02-13T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:26:21.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not so good post</title><content type='html'>So i was talkin with my brothers friends, and someone was like hey i dont understand where job creation comes from. Like i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started thinking, and after some discussin, we decided to start from the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres a group of farmers and lets say they decide to hire someone to protect them from elephants, so they all work and pay the soldier, and he protects them from elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then next, what other jobs r there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok someone bcomes a prostitute, so they pay her, n the rest work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen mayb a politician, (someone thot of this cuz of the prostitute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N we didnt know wat else they could do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finaly someone was like, well the rest of them can play soccer for the workers to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the whole convo was super funny and witty, but when i try to write it here it doesn translate. so i guess i dont have a whole lot to say after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-350890338508085391?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/350890338508085391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=350890338508085391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/350890338508085391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/350890338508085391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-so-good-post.html' title='not so good post'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2633682843384916363</id><published>2010-02-13T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:18:18.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i applied to be an RA, cuz u get free room n board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i submitted my resume and application essay, and i passed, i got an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went for my interview and did really well, so i passed, and got the group interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont think it went that well, i was not bad, but im not sure if i was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i dunno, now im not sure if i will get it or not. I hope they go back to the resume and all, ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope being mixed n from malaysia gives me the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehhhhhh, i hope i get it, so close......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2633682843384916363?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2633682843384916363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2633682843384916363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2633682843384916363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2633682843384916363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6653999385964728195</id><published>2010-02-01T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:30:14.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should girls ask guys out?</title><content type='html'>all right stole this article from a publication in a magazine in my college called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to an unknown God,its a cool magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for my female readers: Women, are you romantically interested in a male friend whom you do not think is ever going to ask you out? If the answer to this question is yes, I want you to tell him or ask him on a date. Yes, I hear you protesting: “But that’s not my job; he’s supposed to—” Wait. Why is he supposed to be the one to initiate a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On two separate occasions, male friends recently complained to me that their college pastors have been haranguing them to ask women out on dates. Their stories remind me of my own undergraduate days, during which not only the leader of my college fellowship but also the pastor at my church lectured us men to date more. These exhortations were not directed at the women in our church; no, it was the men who were to be asking the women. In fact, I’m pretty sure that the women were the impetus for these sermons; it was the women who wanted to date more than the men. Why, then, did the college pastors lean on the men to initiate the dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to dismiss the idea that male-initiated relationships are a biblical directive. The Bible itself does not speak at all about the modern institution of dating; instead, it offers examples of arranged marriages. Yet I do not know any Christians who actually advocate arranged marriage, despite its unquestionable biblical precedent. Most Christians acknowledge that it is merely a cultural relic, an example that is only descriptive and not prescriptive. I agree with this understanding, but I also believe these same Christians should apply this logic to other manifestations of patriarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Christians also ignore the fact that there are examples in the Bible of women pursuing men. For instance, in the Song of Solomon, the book of the Bible that speaks most directly of erotic love, we see several examples in which the woman pursues the man (e.g., Song of Sol. 3:1-4). Or consider Ruth, who with Naomi carefully hatches a plot to attract Boaz’s attention so that he will marry her (Ruth 3:1-18). Both of these women are blessed for their pursuit of these men, indicating God’s favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I believe the notion that men have to be the ones to ask is actually a product of our own patriarchal culture. Less than a hundred years ago, women could not vote. Fifty years ago, women could not attend many of the major universities in our country. As we continue to question the mores of our parents and grandparents, why have we not likewise vetted the belief that the woman is forbidden to ask the man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, consider the alternatives to my proposal. Women will not refrain from forming affections; everyone does. Rather, they will hide those feelings, wrestling with them inside, yearning for the men to ask them out. Chances are, these hidden sentiments will manifest themselves in flirtations as love-stricken women do their best to attract the attention of the men they desire. If these efforts prove futile, they may resort to theater, performing in a way or feigning interest in things that they believe will make themselves more attractive. These behaviors teach women to pander to men, setting a dangerous pattern for any relationships they later enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, these women may come to hate themselves, to desire to be someone else, to question the value of their physical appearance, their social graces, and their passions. Finally, they may come to resent Cupid’s arrow entirely, feeling embittered and even resentful of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these alternatives are self-destructive. In contrast, my proposal has the additional benefit of honesty, itself a biblical virtue. Is it not preferable that men and women be straightforward and transparent in their relationships with each other, that they not play at endless games? As Proverbs tells us, open rebuke is better than hidden love (Prov. 27:5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to offer some practical advice and deal with a few potential objections. It is important to understand that my proposal is targeted at a particular scenario: a woman who has become friends with a man over a significant time period, has good reason to like and trust him, and has sought out the advice of her friends in this matter.1 Women (and men) should not be impatient, overhasty to enter a relationship before they know the other person as a friend. They should also closely examine their hearts, seeking to root out impure motives that would lead them into a relationship because they are seeking validation from another human being. Such relationships are doomed to failure because no other human can offer that unconditional acceptance, for which we must look to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some women – and men – may object to my proposal because they believe it will “rob a man of his manhood.” However, this objection merely reveals that those who make it have not examined the power of their cultural biases. It is only our culture that defines this as a “manly” duty. As noted above, I do not believe, contra John Eldredge et al., that there is anything biblical in the notion that the man is the pursuer and the woman the pursued.2 In fact, such an arrangement is closer to evolutionary ethics than it is to Christian. On the other hand, it could be argued with some fairness that men are too timid or immature in their approach to dating; I will not deny that this is sometimes the case. It is at this problem of fear, so connected with identity and our understanding of the gospel, that the college pastors should be directing their polemics; asking such men to simply suck it up and ask women out is not addressing the root of the problem and will solve nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some women may object that they will be turned down, that the man does not actually have any romantic feelings for them. To this I offer two counterarguments. First, their position in this regard is no different from what men already must endure. If anything, perhaps these women will come to have greater sympathy for the trepidation that men must bring to the task. Second, even if there is not already some attraction between the friends, it may develop. As C.S. Lewis writes, “When the two people who thus discover that they are on the same secret road are of different sexes, the friendship which arises between them will very easily pass … into erotic love. Indeed, unless they are physically repulsive to each other or unless one or both already loves elsewhere, it is almost certain to do so sooner or later.”3 Even if no mutual romance does develop, at least the woman will have the satisfaction of knowing how the man feels and will be able to center her attentions elsewhere.4 Further, if the man’s preferences are too superficial for such affections to develop (e.g., if he idolizes a certain ideal of beauty), it is better that the woman know this now. Ideally, this knowledge should make him unattractive to her: his heart is not so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I admonish both women and men to remember two things in all of their romantic relationships. First, our primary duty is to love God with all of our heart, soul, mind, and strength (Mark 12:30). It is only from this complete devotion to God that we are able to love each other in a non-destructive way, else our love will only be selfish.5 Second, the greatest danger of all romantic relationships is that they will lead us away from God, as Paul warns in 1 Corinthians 7. Relationships too easily bind our hearts to earthly concerns, and we must be conscious lest we sacrifice the Ultimate on the altar of the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6653999385964728195?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6653999385964728195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6653999385964728195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6653999385964728195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6653999385964728195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/02/should-girls-ask-guys-out.html' title='should girls ask guys out?'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8017303758919825254</id><published>2010-01-30T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:48:12.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing journal week 1</title><content type='html'>So, every week for my writing class i have to do a journal thing, one page of the story we were doing in class, so here is my initial draft, which i kinda like. So, i think ill post my drafts here every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that most people seem to agree with the themes being failed relationships and isolation, or something similar like disappointment and bad marriages. While I agree with this, I personally came up with my own grand theme. Kids suck. In the first story, I forgot the title, but in that one, the mom thinks of the kids as troublesome and a burden. Like when the daughter asks for her to put nail polish on her nails (while the mom is putting polish on her own nails), the mom replies dont disturb me, im busy. Also, when the daughter wanted to go to the bathroom, noone wanted to take her, the dad and mom argued over who should take her. I mean who does that? So, I saw thru it all, the parents thot of the kids as troublesome and burdensome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second story, the mom dumps her son with a baby sitter every day even tho he is already 11 yrs old. Who needs a baby sitter at that age? Noone, clearly the mom is takin the easy way out. She might as well shoot herself, thats the real easy way out, if she didnt wanna take care of her child. And the lady is just mopin around the place every day, complainin about misin her country. Why doesnt she either go back or start makin friends, why does she stay at home every day complainin about her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd story, bibi something, the crazy lady just acts crazy all the time, then she gets pregnant and is happy and not crazy any more. She must have found meaning in life or something. I officially have no comment on this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we can see, all three of them have kids in the story. One, troublesome, two a responsibility, and three a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my theme suckaaaassssss!!!!!!! eat that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i also agree with Stephanies clash of culture thingy majiggy, i noticed that too, I am half an Indian, so i totaly was in the taxi drivers head and agreed with his thots except that the lady was hot, i dont think so, the writer didnt describe her that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8017303758919825254?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8017303758919825254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8017303758919825254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8017303758919825254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8017303758919825254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-journal-week-1.html' title='writing journal week 1'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6789808963307692694</id><published>2010-01-26T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:10:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing is an act of ego</title><content type='html'>lol, anyway i plan on coming back around july 15-20th and ill prob leave august 5-10th sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically ill be around those days, im almost fully booked d, so let me know if u wanna meet up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right, im not fully booked yet, dont sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if figured if im being egoic i might as well go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO u agree? is writing an act of ego?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6789808963307692694?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6789808963307692694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6789808963307692694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6789808963307692694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6789808963307692694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-is-act-of-ego.html' title='writing is an act of ego'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8617295651538725714</id><published>2010-01-12T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:08:01.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best movie i saw this year</title><content type='html'>GOOD WILL HUNTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z02M3NRtkAA&amp;hl=en_US&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/z02M3NRtkAA&amp;hl=en_US&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;&lt;br /&gt;quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;Define that.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who challenges you, someone who opens things up for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're legally allowed to drink now, so we figured the best thing for you was a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy's wicked smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could go out for coffee sometime?&lt;br /&gt;Great, or maybe we could go somewhere and just eat a bunch of caramels.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, it's just as arbitrary as drinking coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?&lt;br /&gt;October 21st, 1975.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. You know the fuckin' date?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. 'Cause it was Game 6 of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I had, you know, slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets.&lt;br /&gt;You got tickets?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Day of the game. I was sittin' in a bar, waitin' for the game to start, and in walks this girl. Oh, it was an amazing game, though. You know, bottom of the eighth, Carbo ties it up at 6-6. It went to twelve. Bottom of the twelfth, in stepped Carlton Fisk. Old Pudge. Steps up to the plate, you know, and he's got that weird stance.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And BAM! He clocks it. High fly ball down the left field line! Thirty-five thousand people, on their feet, yellin' at the ball, but that's not because of Fisk. He's wavin' at the ball like a madman.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've seen...&lt;br /&gt;He's going, "Get over! Get over! Get OVER!" And then it HITS the foul pole. OH, he goes apeshit, and 35,000 fans, you know, they charge the field, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and he's fuckin' bowlin' police out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;Goin', "God! Get out of the way! Get 'em away!" Banging people...&lt;br /&gt;I can't fuckin' believe you had tickets to that fuckin' game!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Did you rush the field?&lt;br /&gt;[surprised at the question] No, I didn't rush the fuckin' field; I wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;No - I was in a bar havin' a drink with my future wife.&lt;br /&gt;You missed Pudge Fisk's home run?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;To have a fuckin' drink with some lady you never met?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but you shoulda seen her; she was a stunner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you've met, she's not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call those imperfections, but no, that's the good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8617295651538725714?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8617295651538725714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8617295651538725714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8617295651538725714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8617295651538725714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-movie-i-saw-this-year.html' title='best movie i saw this year'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7585913162176696175</id><published>2010-01-04T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:17:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urbana 09</title><content type='html'>so i just got back from a christian conference, it was really cool, 17000 ppl worshiping together, kinda like a rock conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if u wanna think bout it, its every 3 years, pretty much anyone can attend , ill b goin again in 2012 i think, so start thinkin bout it if u wanna go, it will b expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these r some of the videos from the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES IT REALLY MEAN TO B A FOLOWER OF CHRIST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the talks videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/8467883"&gt;PRAYER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/8450605"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRINGING THE KINGDOM OF GOD DOWN TO EARTH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/8450561"&gt;MONEY AND POWER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9mVGR0J0eKU&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/9mVGR0J0eKU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/01/urbana-09.html' title='urbana 09'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7364722684857829040</id><published>2010-01-03T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:37:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i am a christian</title><content type='html'>so im not even sure if i like the term christian, cuz its kinda messed up these days, but this is why I believe in Jesus, and me trying to explain wat i believe for those who r interested. cuz in all honesty, it is these beliefs that i try to live by, and so if u dont know wat i believe in when it comes to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u really know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the world is pretty messed up, most ppl think so, noone really thinks everything is fine in the world, even tho some ppl dont really know wats goin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some ppl think life is empty meaningless, which i find intereting, cuz that question has never popped up in my mind ever, and im pretty sure that is bcuz of wat i believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat do i believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;There is a God who made us and who loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thats the short answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the longer answer&lt;br /&gt;(based on wat i think, note i may describe things diff to wat others believe, and may not explain things clearly but more or less, here it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is messed up, i think so. if this is how its supposed to be, then i prob wouldn think its messed up, but this is NOT how its supposed to be, which is why i dont accept the world of today with child slavery and wars to be fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first thing about the christian FAITH&lt;br /&gt;- note the word faith cuz we do not have the answers to everything. Faith is believing in something that u do not have proof for. SO, some parts i understand clearly, other parts I just decide to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first thing is I believe the Bible is true.&lt;br /&gt;-so this is a big issue with some ppl, many ppl argue from both sides, but basically it is as true as most other historical stuff we know, so if we believe everythin else to be true, then the bible too should be true. im not getin into this anymore, basically u just need to understand that i accept the bible to be true and thats where i get my faith from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in Genesis&lt;br /&gt;- God created everything and he said it was good. He created the world and loved it. and the world was at peace with each other . But becuz He loved us so much, He gave us choice, to love Him back, so Adam and eve had the choice to love and obey, or to not obey. well they didnt obey, so sin entered the world. we all r born with sinful natures (is it easier to do right or wrong?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is no more good and perfect, it is sinful. the world was not ours and we were just suposed to take care of it, but sin enters n we think it is ours, and we start to treat it as we please.&lt;br /&gt;n we start to do watever we want, which was not the way God wants us to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants us to CHOOSE to receive His love and love Him back by letting him be the leader of our lives. Giving up control over our lives, thats one of the hardest things to do, and the thing that stops most ppl from wanting to actually follow Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sin enters the world, immedietly Adam blames Eve (shame n blame), then Cain kills Abel, then ppl start taking more than 1 wife and woman r treated as not equal to men, it keeps gettin worse, till we get a world with slaves n broken families n rape n racism n murder n war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sees the world is evil n decides to start anew. Noah and his family r saved, with a rainbow to remember that story by.&lt;br /&gt;So, every time we see a rainbow, we should remember the story of Noah, and y the ppl were all destroyed, we r warned every time there is a rainbow in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives the 10 commanments so ppl have rules to follow and know what is right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But noone can follow all the rules cuz man is sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is Holy and cannot stand Sin, sin comes between the relationship He wants to have with us. We cannot be reunited with God unless the sin is paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the old days, God accepted the sacrifice of animals to cover our sins. But that was not a permanant option, it was temporary only so that we could understand that noone can live a sinful life and that it takes blood n a sinless life to pay for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God gives us His permanant option. He send His son to die in our place. Jesus comes down to earth for one sole reason, to take ALL our sins (the whole world) onto Himself and to die on the cross so that all of those sins are paid for. (cuz the penalty of sin is death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then , all the sins of the world r paid for, and were all able to have a relationship with God again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we accept the gift of Jesus dying on the cross for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much all there is to being a christian&lt;br /&gt;- accepting that we are sinners&lt;br /&gt;- accept that Jesus sacrificed and died for us bcuz He loved us&lt;br /&gt;- Ask Him to fill us with the Holy Spirit and become Lord of our life = give up trying to run our own lives/accept that His purpose for our life is better than our own puny plans, and that things will work out better with Him in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we do this, we are cleansed from sin, and reborn into the Kingdom of Heaven, our bodies become temples of the Holy Spirit and we are united with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So evil exists in the form of Satan and his followers. so battle against good n evil goes on, then Jesus comes n dies with all the sin n goes to hell and takes the keys of death and hell from Satan then comes back to life. (this is one of the parts i dont understand fully, n thus cant explain it) but basically I believe He came back to life and by doin that conquered death and so now we do not have to die spiritually if we allow Him to save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we r saved n thats it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus asked us to love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changed the 10 commandments to these 2&lt;br /&gt;1) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.&lt;br /&gt;2) Love your neighbor as yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we r supposed to love our neighbors, thats more or less our purpose here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is our neighbor? EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we believe in Jesus, and are filled with His Spirit and love, we will act out His love, and show the world what His love feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thats more or less, what i Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God loves us. We just need to accept His gift of grace and then our job is to love EVERYONE ELSE. This is the Good News, that we can be saved if we want to, we have a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i dont think i explained it really well, so if u have questions pls ask me. but yeah its faith, so i dont have all the answers, if everything about God could be understood then i dont think He would be very Godish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7364722684857829040?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7364722684857829040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7364722684857829040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7364722684857829040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7364722684857829040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-am-christian.html' title='why i am a christian'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-2270766864348666174</id><published>2009-12-26T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:37:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first real semester</title><content type='html'>cuz i took summer semester, but that wasnt real, it was diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the summer, my class had 30 ppl, n i lived in the Ihouse with mostly europeans who were doing a summer abroad (from germany, france, holland), who just sat around drinking most of the day, then went out every weekend to LA/Vegas/Skydiving/wine tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the ppl i stay with now, mostly 18 yrolds, some 17, either studying/ gossiping aboout goosip girl/glee or real drama thats goin on on our floor. so here ill try n intro the ppl on my floor should be kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one guy just studies almost all day (he gets mostly A / A-) so he goes to class, comes back n does work, goes for dinner, comes back does work, falls asleep at his desk, wakes up does work, falls asleep again, wakes up does work. Repeat. this cycle is broken when he has a Comp Sci project due, then he skips the sleep, n just does work somehow without falling asleep, and sometimes he does the work in the lab, so this semester we didnt c him one stretch for 3 days in a row, he was in the lab for bout 70 hours. (4 out of 20 on a quiz, thats how hard some of the stuff here is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k next there is another guy who is anemic, i think thats the right word, he cant sleep sometimes, so every week there will b one night where he just stays up all night, then crashes the next day n sleeps all day. he does not study as much as the above guy, but seems to get mostly A's, a smart one. when he is not sleeping, sometimes he is in the room with someone else, doot locked with a sign on the door (pls do not disturb for 10 mins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k next, in a room there r 3 girls, they all stay in their room most of the time. dont know them that well, one of them is cute, n very interesting. she has a crazy style, she wears somethin diff every day, seriously, i feel like ive seen almost every style of clothing cuz if her. a lot of the time tho shes dressed up in 80s clothes. i appreciate the way she wears stuff that looks weird, she has balls, and a bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next there is r 2 girls who stay in their room all the time, one of them is often the other person with the guy above behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next there is a jew livin with a korean and a filipino/egyptian. thats the first jew i met, cool. ii like him, but other ppl on the floor sometimes dont cuz the girls keep likin him n they blame it on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the egyptian/filipino guy is one of the funniest on the floor, he just says stupid random stuff all the time that is so dumb u just have to laugh.the korean is rarely around. next 2 ppl who sit in their room most of the day, one is joinin a frat, the 3rd person is kinda cool, he hangs with us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, a bf n gf, supposed to b 2 girls, 1 and 2. but 1 is dating 3, and 2 is dating 4, n 3 and 4 have an apartment together, so instead somehow, 2 moved into 4s apartment, n 3 moved into 1s room. so its just a happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, 3 girls, one works half the time, the other 2 r kinda hot, always see them in the bathroom puttin on makeup, gettin ready to go out for parties. kinda sad that thats all i have to say for them, mayb ill get to know them better, well c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, 2 girls, one is always with her bf somewhere else, so we never see her. the other parties with the 2 hot girls most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next a guy whos in the band who has a tv in his room, all the girls rush in there to watch gossip column, glee, n other bad shows. n a cs major who spends most of his life in the lab doin work, hes fun when he comes back at 2am tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next a healthworker who does a pretty good job, took care of me real well when i hurt my knee, even let me sleep in her bed :p n her roomate is funny, always says stuff that u kinda just wanna laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next the gossip girl who always knows everyrthin thats goin on on the floor n is amost always too loud, workin on tryin to get her to keep quite. her roomate is the only black person on the floor, i like black ppl, im tryin to meet more of them, i dunno y but i think there cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next 3 girls used to live there, 1 was a quite asian who just was a quite small little asian girl that you could trample over if u wanted to. well her roomate was crazy, so crazy that the 3rd roomate could not concentrate n had to move out. so 2 roomates left, but bcuz the crazy 1 was really crazy, so she got kicked out, so 1 left. next sem, 2 more r movin in, so soon there will b 3 again. the 2 new ones movin in seem ok except for the fact that they mayb think were not that cool. well theyll find out were not so bad soon enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, club 310.&lt;br /&gt;this is prob the best room on the floor, cuz it has 3 guys that like to hand out, every other room has either girls or antisocial guys (sorry girls but almost every girl i talk to agrees that guys r easier to hand out with then girls, so altho u may not be so bad, trust me, some of the girls here r worse than so bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the 3 guys, ones a creeper who will randomly flash you, he also frequently polishes his ahem in the room n doesnt stop if u walk in. then another guy used to play football, so i like him cuz hes sporty, then another guy is indian n kinda was getin bullied by girls, not bad bully like they just asked him to do things n he was too nice to say no, well, now he got a gf, n somehow started toughenin up a lil, stands up for himself but slightly the wrong way, kinda comes off as slightly rude half of the time without knowin it. but anyway, this room ppl seem to like goin to to hand out in, thats y its called club 310, anyway ill blog more next semester, mayb it will make sense now that some characters r described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-2270766864348666174?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/2270766864348666174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=2270766864348666174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2270766864348666174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/2270766864348666174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-real-semester.html' title='my first real semester'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-7311840516238841713</id><published>2009-12-25T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:31:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas 09</title><content type='html'>so, im in wiscinsin with my white cousins, its fun. there so funny, mostly witty, i like it, anyway, its snowing outside, so white christmas, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we do is eat n hang around then sleep, good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway blessed christmas the rest of you, and happy new year, and happy decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-7311840516238841713?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/7311840516238841713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=7311840516238841713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7311840516238841713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/7311840516238841713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-09.html' title='christmas 09'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-1911178104609104605</id><published>2009-12-25T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:27:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ways to annoy ppl</title><content type='html'>In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 98 copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask 1-800 operators for dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay for your dinner with pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat everything someone says, as a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, its gone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive half a block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask people what gender they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your name to "AaJohn Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each "a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mow your lawn with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never make eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never break eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-1911178104609104605?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3399183203098820744</id><published>2009-12-25T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:16:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inventions</title><content type='html'>The water-proof towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glow in the dark sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solar powered flashlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submarine screen door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book on how to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflatable dart board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dictionary index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedal powered wheel chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water proof tea bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it yourself roadmap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3399183203098820744?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3399183203098820744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3399183203098820744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3399183203098820744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3399183203098820744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/12/inventions.html' title='inventions'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5595697227029507921</id><published>2009-12-15T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:49:38.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>today i finished econ 1, then i ate a mushroom cheeseburger and curly fries from hoagies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to club 310, n arch asked me if i had posted yet, so i did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is not over, we r supposed to watch the hangover soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the brit is horny, it is a normal day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5595697227029507921?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5970397193204114037</id><published>2009-12-02T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:04:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knee</title><content type='html'>so physical therapy was going well, then i landed badly on it during a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard 2 pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doc said I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strained 3 ligaments, pulled my hamstring and damaged my miniscus slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( first time i hurt my hamstring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that was 10 days ago, now i only have a slight limp. cruthches only lasted a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon ill be back, probably to injure it again, oh well up and down like a sine graph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='knee'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6843427441569566307</id><published>2009-11-29T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:04:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah</title><content type='html'>so below is the part of my novel i had written, i can continue if its and interestin read, let me know if u like it, mayb ill do more posts like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat else, finals comin soon, i need to seriously study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6843427441569566307?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6843427441569566307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6843427441569566307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6843427441569566307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6843427441569566307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/11/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8419324924836298644</id><published>2009-11-29T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:02:57.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempted novel</title><content type='html'>It was nice weather, not the warm (or hot if your white), humid weather of Malaysia nice, but nice in the sense that it was winter (first week of Nov), but was is not freezing, and there is even a hint of sun peaking out from behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;But Smith was not thinking about the weather as he trudged back to his dorm. The math midterm had gone really badly. He was trying to recall if he had been sure of even one of his answers, were they even answers? Or just sad attempts scribbled down while wondering what a bad grade on this midterm meant for the rest of his college career. &lt;br /&gt;He would have felt even gloomier had he not switched on music on his I-pod. As it was, he was listening to soothing Christian music and his walk began to slow as he came to grips with the fact that there are more important things in life than a midterm. Not the easiest thing to keep in mind- that school and grades are not the most important things in the world, Smith thought as he watched students bustling around in front of Sprouts Hall. &lt;br /&gt;After getting back, Smith went to take a long shower. He walked in the bathroom and saw his floor-mate 2 standing in front of the row of mirrors applying make-up. &lt;br /&gt;Smith - “ Hey.”   2 – “Hi.”&lt;br /&gt;The normal pleasantries were observed but then Smith crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;Smith: Why do you wear make up, you don’t need it.&lt;br /&gt;2: Oh, haha, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;Smith: Can’t look any worse if you show the world what you look like every day. Only room for improvement, but if you always wear make up, the one day that you do not you won’t look as good, assuming of course that make up makes you look better, which you at least think so. Not trying to be mean , just telling you what I think.&lt;br /&gt;2: …..&lt;br /&gt;Smith goes into the shower wondering if  2 would ever believe him of if she would go about spending 20 minutes of her time everyday applying make-up of if she would give up the vain attempts and end up actually more attractive because of a newfound self-confidence. &lt;br /&gt;He mused over this as he applied shampoo to his long luscious curly locks. “I should get conditioner” he thought as he managed to pull out a handful of hair while trying to get the shampoo worked into every inch of his scalp. “ Well, the next time I go to Safeway, I guess. What else do I need to get? Oh yeah, running shoes. I gotta get those before 3 asks me to go jogging again. Oh shoot! I haven’t done my physical therapy exercises yet! Ahhhh!!!! How come I never remember? I really need to be more disciplined about a few things, that and studying, I gotta start doing a little work every day, I need to stop putting things off another day. Hmmmmm, OK I will start tomorrow. What am I doing tomorrow?” His thoughts branched off to the next days events as he lathered his body with soap before rinsing and drying off. He put his soap and shampoo back in his locker before grabbing his cup and exiting the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;4: phewww, weet Smith!&lt;br /&gt;5, 6: Hi, Smith!&lt;br /&gt;Smith:” Hi.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why do they always say hi? It doesn’t even make any sense, I just saw them on the way into the bathroom ten minutes ago, and they said hi then too……whatever, I should plan what classes I am going to take next semester, ok stats 20 and CS61A are a must, and the stupid R1A, I hope that is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing poker on facebook, once after beating a guys flush with a full house he said f### you, I am goin to kill you, and he was eastern European looked like a james bond bbad guy, I thought he was serious for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Anothet time, playin, I tried to talk to the guy, but he wouldn talk, he just kept buyin me coffees, he bought me 3 I think b4 I finally beat him.&lt;br /&gt; dont u talk Jeffrey? (after talking a while with no response)&lt;br /&gt;do u talk to strangers jeffrey?&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;did u buy me coffee?&lt;br /&gt;thanks if u did&lt;br /&gt;but i dont take bribes unless they r in chips&lt;br /&gt;how much does coffee cost&lt;br /&gt;i didn finish my first coffee yet where did it go (he bought me another one)&lt;br /&gt;hey i didn even take a sip from that one (he bought me another one)&lt;br /&gt;this buyin drinks only works if its alcohol coffee isn goin to impair my judgement&lt;br /&gt;finally took all his chips&lt;br /&gt;Smith got in the BART, sat down and started typing away at his novel that he probably would not finish on time. 50000 words in 20 days, yeah right, not a chance. Well, who knows, maybe it will be close, anyway he started typing on his laptop, three friends came in and sat down around him. No, they were not creepy, the girl sat next to him and went to sleep, the guys sat across from him and started looking at each others I-phones. A lady in her 30’s across the aisle looked at Smith and gave him a smile, Smith smiled back and looked back down at his laptop, she had just smiled at another gut before that and she had a wornout look on her face, either she was tired, of she wanted a dose of something. Smith decided it would be safer to not smile at her anymore. The two guys opposite woke her up and told her they would be getting out soon. She had a coat on that kinda looked like gorilla fur. One of them called her sleeping gorilla, the other called her monkey, then she went back to sleep, Weary or druggie lady across the aisle started putting on makeup. &lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later the change was astounding, she had covered up all the blemishes she had, and the tired look was gone, she looked like almost any other girl ready to go out. Wow, Smith thought, that’s why makeup is not good, you can hide so much under it. Makeup chick put her legs on the seat across from her, a guy came in and wanted to sit on the seat next to her legs, she took them off the seat, but he said I don’t care, you can put them back on if you like. Such a different country compared to Malaysia, Smith thought. &lt;br /&gt;Four more stops to the Caltrain, Smith typed on his computer,  makeup girl was on the phone now talking to someone, she was pretty loud, louder than most conversations, except of course a Chinese man. For some reason, Chinese men shout when they converse on the phone, it is almost weird if you see them talking softly, mused Smith as he wondered what else he could write. He looked out the window and saw an In-and-out restaurant. His mind flashed back to the trip the previous Saturday. That had been a long trip, it was supposed to be a 3 hour trip, but somehow had turned into a 6 hour expedition. After finally leaving half an hour after announcing he would be leaving in 10 minutes, Smith, 2, 3, 4 and 5 walked down to the Bart to take it to Coloseum however you spell that and then take the bus to In-and-out. But, after getting to the Coloseum, they found out the bus didn’t run on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there was another bus that did, so after much uncertainty, they found themselves across the street from IN-and-out. Right in front of them was Walmart. Immediately, Smith thought of his shoppin list (at that time) which consisted of needing long sleeve tees to play soccer in outdoors. &lt;br /&gt;Smith: “Hey I need to buy something from Walmart later k? But I don’t want you girls to go shopping, Ill show you what guy shopping is like. &lt;br /&gt;2: Uh, OK sure.&lt;br /&gt;So, the 5 of them headed to In-and-out, but one of them had never been there b4, so Smith was telling 3 about In-and-out. &lt;br /&gt;4: “ Hey Smith, have you ever thought of being a teacher?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “Uh no, not really, if I was a teacher I would need to have permission to spank the misbehaving kids. &lt;br /&gt;4 :” WHAT? SPANK? Like hit? So meannnnn….”&lt;br /&gt;Smith :” Yes 5, spank, every kid needs a good spanking once in a while, just in case.”b v                  b&lt;br /&gt;5: “ Im hungry, lets eat.”&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;they  go to the restaurant. There the simple menu stares back at them, daring them to see how high they dare multiply. 2X2 is all I can do thinks Smith, as he explains that they will make just about anything they want you to, as long as you can explain to them how it should be done. No, they do no have a secret menu, they just have certain ingredients, and they will combine those ingredients anyway you want, over time, ppl have come to order certain things and they have grown names, like flying Dutchman is a double double plain (no bread, no lettuce, no tomatoes, no onions. Just cheese and patties). What else, you can get just grilled cheese if you are vegetarian. Smith got his fries well done, they came out a dark, crispy golden brown, much tastier than the light yellow gold color that 2, 3, 4 and 5 got. &lt;br /&gt;3 was amazed at the way they made the fries. They actually put the potatoes through the stripper to cut it into the fries shapes right before the customers eyes. It’s the new healthy fast food, hamburgers, fries and shakes, but at least the customer knows it is actual food, and not processed chemicals. The group went outside and sat down to eat the delicious junk food. Again, Smith decided to do his random  question stunt.&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “ Hey 1, do you like anyone now?”&lt;br /&gt;1 sheepishly looks around before denying her love for 2, Smith later finds out. &lt;br /&gt;Smith: “ Hey 2, do you like anyone?”&lt;br /&gt;Same story, different person, such shy feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dropped Smith off at McDonalds. He had wanted ice-cream when he was warm in the car, now it didn’t seem like such a good idea, but he decided to get it anyway. He got a chocolate sundae and headed to the Caltrain station. After purchasing his ticket, he sat down to a maybe college age guy huddled into a ball. It was cold, but the guy looked like he was really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “ Where you headed?”&lt;br /&gt;2: “Burlingame. Sorry I had shrooms, that’s why im tripping.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “Did you get a ticket yet?”&lt;br /&gt;2: “Yeah, I got my ticket, Im so f*** up I don’t even know where I am. Where you headed.&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “Im goint back to Berkeley, my brother lives here so I came down.”&lt;br /&gt;After a long silence.&lt;br /&gt;2: “Hey you remember your high school?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “Yeah, but I am kinda International, I did high school in another country.”&lt;br /&gt;2: “your international?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith:”sorta, I was born here but I grew up in another country, but yeah I remember high school, why?”&lt;br /&gt;2: “ I sorta f*** up my high school, now I don’t know what to do.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “ What r u doin now?”&lt;br /&gt;2 :” Im trying to go to private school now, then just graduate and go to college. Where you studying?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “ Im a student at Berkeley, yeah that’s why im headed back.”&lt;br /&gt;2:” oh sh**, which country you from?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith :” Malaysia….”&lt;br /&gt;2 : “ oh sh**, Malaysia! (short pause) where’s Malaysia?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “ Right above Singapore, its hanging off of Thailand.”&lt;br /&gt;2:” Im tripping like a dog now, I had alcohol too……”&lt;br /&gt;Smith: “yeah, that doesn’t sound like it would have helped at all.”&lt;br /&gt;2 :” You smoke trees man?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith :” nah, I don’t smoke.”&lt;br /&gt;2 :”not even cigarettes?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith :” no.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith wanted to add that smoking kills, but he knew the answer would be either everyone dies anyway or what is there to live for, so he kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Tng, tng, tng.&lt;br /&gt;Smith :” That’s ours, take it easy man.”&lt;br /&gt;Shrooms nods and walks off, Smith wondered if maybe he should have stayed and talked to Shrooms till he got to his stop instead of leaving him. Well, maybe next time, thought Smith as he pulled out his laptop to type more of his novel.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, he thought/or typed I guess, it seems that I only get good stuff to type when I type immedietly after the story happens, every time I try to save a story I don’t remember it, then its gone. Hmmm, I hope we get to play poker next week when I come back, that will be fun. Ooh next Sat could be sooo fun, I just have to study to make sure im ready for it. All right, this week starting tomoro, I gotta work, this is where it may be decided if I can do econ as a major, time to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;And the cs project is kinda annoying, I gotta get on it, stupid deadlines. Battery only at 15%, I need it to last 10 more mins at least.&lt;br /&gt;Song playing your beautiful its true….and I don’t know what to do, cuz ill never be with you. Smith starts humming along, thinking of life. I wonder if Shrooms got of at his stop, Smith thinks to himself as he jerks awake, after falling asleep. Im going to miss my brothers friends when they leave or whatever, this IS the time of my life, all right, study this week, play next Saturday. Then study for finals.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot, I don’t have a job for January yet, what do I do? If I don’t work, how do I prove I made enough money to survive? Darn it! I have to get a job, at least I got the scholarship for Urbana, sighhhhh I wish I had more money. Well, maybe the psych research will contact me, actually I just need to stop spending so much money. Battery at 12%, getting off next stop, I should make it. Hmmm, I wonder how tall my younger brothers are Smith thought as he typed those exact words on his laptop. Ohhhh I hope 2 does cornrows in my hair next week, that will be hella gnarly and hecka legit. LOl, what will my parents say, gota but a hippied shirt too, that will be so cool, but what does a hippie look like? Gota start paying attention, looking around on campus, check out what they wear, the guys, jeans? Seems like it. Smith yawns as he wonders why the last 2 times he was on the Calfftrain, the conductor didn’t ask him for a ticket, is it the laptop? Cuz I look professional, so they assume I bought a ticket? I don’t know, its an interesting thought tho.&lt;br /&gt;Smith thinks some more… How did this novel become my thoughts just like this? I started so well, trying to describe the scenery and atmosphere, but now im just writing like I am blogging. All right ill worry bout that another time, reaching the stop  now, and 9% battery power. But if im studying the whole week, when will I have time to write?&lt;br /&gt;What is a question? I miss 2. Yeah its easier if everyone is 2, then I don’t have to worry bout hurting anyone’s feelings, and I don’t need to remember who is called what, or who is what number.&lt;br /&gt;Ring Ring&lt;br /&gt;Smith’s phone rings and he picks up a call from his brother. &lt;br /&gt;2: “Hey how did the tournament go?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith :” Pretty good, we lost in the quarter-finals, but we lost to the champions, yeah we conceded too many goals, that was the difference with this year and last year. Last year, clean sheets, this year we let in 10 goals in 3 games, so naturally we lost. Our defense was not as solid, 3 did a good job as last man, but he was constantly one on one or 2 on 1, and had to move forward to challenge for the ball. Anyway, I had fun. I scored 4 of our teams 15 goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:” Good to hear, guess what? I just got 8 tickets for the game.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith:”Really? How much were they? Are we sitting together?”&lt;br /&gt;2:” $65, pretty expensive, but yes we are sitting together, I wanted 4 and 4, but couldn’t get that, so I got one row of 8.” Family is flying in at 130.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith : “Oh, I think I want to try and come to Stanford with all the Berkeley fans, so I wont make it to the airport, are out tickets in the Stanford section?” Im wearing a Berkeley sweater ok?”&lt;br /&gt;2: “ Haha yeah, you might get boooed a bit, but it wont be as bad as if you wore a red shirt in the Berkeley section.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith : “All right, I will see you next week then.”&lt;br /&gt;Smith hung up the phone as he thought how nice his day had been. He had played in the soccer tournament and cooked spaghetti for dinner, it was such a simple recipe but so delicious. He had cooked the beef, added onions, green peppers and mushrooms, and then the prego sauce, that was it. For the noodles, he just boiled in salt water before adding some olive oil so they would not stick together. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can describe? The grass ouside is green, strewn with falling leaves, as winter hits. A few crows stumble around on the damp grass looking for something to swallow. The trees are leafless and look lifeless, while others are full of vibrant color. Then the grass stops and concrete begins. Next to the sidewalks, shops rise out of the ground, all kinds of shops, small restaurants, bookstores, hardware stores, stores that do other things, and many other stores. Then the stores recede and are replaced by flower bushes, then the stores start right up again as nature recedes. The sun shines down and casts shadows all over things. Interesting how shadows are just the spots that the sun cannon see and by looking at shadows we can tell where the sun is. &lt;br /&gt;Flash back to Thursday night, watched that movie, THE BOX. Very strange movie, went with 5, I thought it was hella weird, were there aliens involved in the movie? Who knows? Anyways, it was a strange movie, but it tossed up an interesting question, would you kill someone for a million dollars. Also, it brought up a question of would you choose between your wife or child. Very interesting questions, for each person to answer on their own. The movie more or less shows you what happens to you if you choose to kill for the money in a recursive manner. Basically, what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;Is this even a novel? There is no exact story, but it may at some point reach 50000 words, anyway, its more like random thoughts/ stuff. Well the novel thing Ill work on a bit more I guess. I really have to study a lot now. Econ homework due Tuesday, Math hw due Monday, Cs HW due Thursday. Darn, hard week, but then long  break I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8419324924836298644?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8419324924836298644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8419324924836298644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8419324924836298644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8419324924836298644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/11/attempted-novel.html' title='attempted novel'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-6950930907222023650</id><published>2009-11-21T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:17:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>so, just won the quarter final game, my team is in the semis now, but i dont think i will play. i didnt play the second half cuz i jumped n when i landed my knee popped twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, its not swellin that much so its not supposed to be dislocated, but i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other newss, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fAudm4_1lBY&amp;hl=en_US&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/fAudm4_1lBY&amp;hl=en_US&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;and im not writing the novel, got to 3000 words and realised it wasn a novel, more like a long blog post, so ill just post it as a post n comments will let me know wether i should continue or not, sorry for not updatin for so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-6950930907222023650?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/6950930907222023650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=6950930907222023650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6950930907222023650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/6950930907222023650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-837724369332856811</id><published>2009-11-10T03:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:57:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november novel</title><content type='html'>National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you spend November writing, you can draw comfort from the fact that, all around the world, other National Novel Writing Month participants are going through the same joys and sorrows of producing the Great Frantic Novel. Wrimos meet throughout the month to offer encouragement, commiseration, and—when the thing is done—the kind of raucous celebrations that tend to frighten animals and small children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, we had over 120,000 participants. More than 20,000 of them crossed the 50k finish line by the midnight deadline, entering into the annals of NaNoWriMo superstardom forever. They started the month as auto mechanics, out-of-work actors, and middle school English teachers. They walked away novelists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What: Writing one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: You! We can't do this unless we have some other people trying it as well. Let's write laughably awful yet lengthy prose together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: The reasons are endless! To actively participate in one of our era's most enchanting art forms! To write without having to obsess over quality. To be able to make obscure references to passages from our novels at parties. To be able to mock real novelists who dawdle on and on, taking far longer than 30 days to produce their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: You can sign up anytime to add your name to the roster and browse the forums. Writing begins November 1. To be added to the official list of winners, you must reach the 50,000-word mark by November 30 at midnight. Once your novel has been verified by our web-based team of robotic word counters, the partying begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets c if i can do this, prob wont make it, but thanksgivin break just might be enuf time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ill post it up here as i write, it will be a bit like blogging i think, ill write like a blog but ill make stuff up, so the exciting part( if u read) is to figure out wat is fact and wat is fiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-837724369332856811?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/837724369332856811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=837724369332856811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/837724369332856811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/837724369332856811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-novel.html' title='november novel'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-3944467485576180370</id><published>2009-11-05T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:26:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wats wrong with me</title><content type='html'>i am supposed to be studying for my cs midterm. its in 5 hours, but instead im looking at pictures of her, wats wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-3944467485576180370?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/3944467485576180370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=3944467485576180370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3944467485576180370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/3944467485576180370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/11/wats-wrong-with-me.html' title='wats wrong with me'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8402121521307419988</id><published>2009-10-19T11:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:36:18.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fwd email- modern noah in malaysia</title><content type='html'>Enjoy, the spelling here and there is off, but ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2008, the Lord came onto Noah, who was now living in  Malaysia , and said:&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flash before me.&lt;br /&gt;Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few good humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave Noah the blueprints, saying: You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will&lt;br /&gt;start  the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard but no Ark.&lt;br /&gt;Noah! He roared, I'm about to start the rain!&lt;br /&gt;Where is the Ark ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Lord, begged Noah, 'but things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;First I need to have a BUMIPUTRA PARTNER  who is linked to UMNO then I needed&lt;br /&gt;a building permit from DBKL and also have to pay under counter money To&lt;br /&gt;get the permit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I've been arguing with the BOMBA inspector about the need for a sprinkler system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors  complained to The Malay Mail of the height of the ark I was going to&lt;br /&gt;build and the next day  it was in the headlines claiming that I've violated the&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood  building by-laws  that my Ark is  exceeding the height limitations. I&lt;br /&gt;appealed to the magistrate and it was approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Opposition took advantage of the situation and said I was a government crony&lt;br /&gt;and did nasty things  with my face  In the Internet  I don’t know how they&lt;br /&gt;superimposed my face on a naked body  with naked  MP’s and potrayed&lt;br /&gt;it on the U TUBE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord you are the all knowing and I did not take the photos of&lt;br /&gt;the MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there  was a  another stop work order even before I could start&lt;br /&gt;work. The Badan Cegah Rasuah arrested me for phonography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a  lawyer who looks like Ambitah Bachan talk like him Acts&lt;br /&gt; like him but is not him ...said he knows the Chief Justice and&lt;br /&gt;the Prime Minister the&lt;br /&gt;Apa ..nama ...and can clear my name but i have to buy them tickets to Austrilia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After clearing my name ...I had to again go to the&lt;br /&gt;DBKL Appeal Board for a decision to allow me to build the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  government  after approving theplans said I must use only SIRIM approved&lt;br /&gt;goods and must buy from their list of CLASS F contractors which are 15&lt;br /&gt;times more expensive than the china man hardware  shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the TNB and JPJ demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of&lt;br /&gt;moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to&lt;br /&gt;clear the passage for the  Ark 's move to the sea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I told them that the sea would be coming to us but they&lt;br /&gt;would hear nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Getting the wood was another problem.  SUKHAM and the JABATAN  HUTAN&lt;br /&gt;NEGARA  said There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the&lt;br /&gt;orang utan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince SUKHAM and JABATAN HUTAN NEGARA that I needed the wood&lt;br /&gt;to save the orang hutan – but they said no go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started gathering the animals, JAKIM and an Animal rights group&lt;br /&gt;sued me.&lt;br /&gt;JAKIM said I cannot put the chickens and the pigs next to each other as&lt;br /&gt;it  WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED  HALAL and The animal group&lt;br /&gt;insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will.&lt;br /&gt;They argued the accommodations were too restrictive,&lt;br /&gt;and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  JABATAN KERJA RAYA AND JABATAN KAJIAN&lt;br /&gt;dan GALIAN ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd&lt;br /&gt;conducted An environmental  impact study on your&lt;br /&gt;proposed flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with&lt;br /&gt;Human Rights Commission on how many bumiputra contractors  I'm supposed&lt;br /&gt;to hire for my building crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JABATAN IMMIGRASI and RELA  are checking the status of most of the people&lt;br /&gt;who want to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trade unions say I can't use my sons. Theynsist I have to hire only union  &lt;br /&gt;workers with Ark-building experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i started to CLEAR THE AREA TO BUILD THE ARK 6&lt;br /&gt;gangsters came and demanded for protection money. And said they will&lt;br /&gt;control the area for selling of drugs and prostitution to my workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I complained to the POLIS.... the next day theIGP of POLIS sent an ASP&lt;br /&gt;who came in full uniform unfortunately he also&lt;br /&gt;happens to be one from the six&lt;br /&gt;gangsters who were demanding protection money and&lt;br /&gt;doubled my protection fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a by election and  I was forced&lt;br /&gt;to be an UMNO member to get my permits approved and made to  pay a&lt;br /&gt;donation by the Barisan Candidate in&lt;br /&gt;the so called spirit of MUHIBBAH  Other wise he will make my life&lt;br /&gt;difficult when I did not as I was already your member …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every department I turn to is asking what they call “Kopi Wang”.&lt;br /&gt;I calculated that if I had to pay all the so called “Kopi wang”&lt;br /&gt;and give the donation the cost to build the ARK will be 20 times&lt;br /&gt;more higher…  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I refused to give them the Kopi Wang  as I am faithfull to&lt;br /&gt;you Oh Lord..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Some top level politicians we verydisappointed with me for not giving&lt;br /&gt;donations and called me a murtad but i told them myname is Noah not murtad&lt;br /&gt;They  got very angry and said they haveconnections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am a suspect behind the murder of the Mongolian lady because the&lt;br /&gt;place where she was murdered happens to be on the land  where I am&lt;br /&gt;going to make the Ark and was arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, the Jabatan HASIL seized all my assets, claiming I'm&lt;br /&gt;trying  to leave the country illegally with endangered species.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have just been released from  ISA.&lt;br /&gt;So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine,&lt;br /&gt;and a rainbow stretched   across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah looked up in wonder and asked, 'You mean you're not going to&lt;br /&gt;destroy the world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' said the Lord.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The  Malaysian Government beat me to it!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-8402121521307419988?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/8402121521307419988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=8402121521307419988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8402121521307419988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/8402121521307419988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/10/fwd-email-modern-noah-in-malaysia.html' title='fwd email- modern noah in malaysia'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5984565454330520031</id><published>2009-10-08T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:55:00.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to practice</title><content type='html'>ok, so i just realised if i dont practice  the languages i know, ill slowly lose it, and nothing will be left except english, so here goes, ill try to post in multiple languages when i have the time, so just read one language, (or tell me if i have mistakes with my malay and chinese, or u can start learning spanish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posts have to be shorter if i will be able to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so midterms, i got back computer science, got a 34/40, average is 30 so im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back math, average 20, i got 23. its out of 35, n these ppl r all smart, noone got full marks, i find it kinda interesting. this post is getting too long, mayb ill just do 2 languages each time instead of 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拿会了第一个（midterm， how do i say this？）， computer science 得 34／40 （一dontneedtopracticenumbers）。数学我考到23／35， 平群是 20。 满分是三十五， 我班的学生全都聪明，但是没人考到满分。我觉得很奇怪。 我写太长了， 用两个语源够了， 不需用四个。 下次才用别的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5984565454330520031?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-5572893292901075843</id><published>2009-10-06T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:05:54.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>today, i read a note i got b4 i left malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read it while listening to bleeding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not ready to move on yet, more time is needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-5572893292901075843?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/feeds/5572893292901075843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845938148292297924&amp;postID=5572893292901075843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5572893292901075843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845938148292297924/posts/default/5572893292901075843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com/2009/10/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-8605230625779415187</id><published>2009-10-04T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:41:40.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study</title><content type='html'>so monday 9am, math midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 ppl in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, 200 berkeley students in my class, wat does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that most of them got straight A's throughout high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, almost everyone i talk to has never gotten a C before, most of them can count the number of B's they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its not that bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1pm i have my econ midterm, 600 ppl in that class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ill find out if i should major in econ or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta beat that curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ill post 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title='study'/><author><name>Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454745628303192299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845938148292297924.post-4456892522017885834</id><published>2009-09-19T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:28:06.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>in US, the age for buying alcohol is 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it has begun, my floor now knows i am 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was nice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on its 10%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845938148292297924-4456892522017885834?l=increasingfaithfulness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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