<?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-6748140495284967138</id><updated>2011-12-23T10:21:48.789+08:00</updated><category term='VFGFC'/><category term='songs'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Netty'/><category term='books'/><category term='firebrands'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='ASCM'/><category term='art'/><category term='praise reports'/><category term='photos'/><category term='devotions'/><category term='Dr. T'/><category term='day in the life'/><category term='travel'/><category term='xa-udm'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='youth'/><category term='bad TV'/><category term='work'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='poems'/><category term='God-thoughts'/><category term='humor'/><category term='notes'/><category term='transforming prayer'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='testimonies'/><category term='bfgfc'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='s2ymnet'/><category term='students'/><category term='Paulo Coelho'/><category term='ramon bautista'/><category term='videos'/><category term='rants'/><category term='road rules'/><category term='music'/><category term='mission'/><category term='UDM'/><category term='prayer requests'/><category term='camps'/><category term='tests'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='campus minsitry'/><category term='messages'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='crisis'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='conferences'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt; The Mind of the Melancholeric Man &gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3963287936053660478</id><published>2007-11-23T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:35:37.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will See You Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 144px;" class="alignleft" src="http://ski-zermatt.com/mattnet/features/matterhorn_climb/images/Magic%20Monte%20Rosa%20sunrise.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was dark on the way to the mountainside, but even darker are the hearts of whose feet that follow Him as Their master lays his final words, hours before his arrest. Light does shine the brightest in the darkest of places. In the midst of grief, a ounce of light, a promise from the One who matters, "I will see you again." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 16:22, "I will see you again, and your heart will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This promise echoes hope today in the darkest times in our life. "I will see you again." A postcard from the past that bursts with eager anticipation. It takes us higher to see that life does not end in defeat, even mediocre contentment, for the one who follows him devotedly. On that day, on that day, oh what a joy! Because at long last we have finished the great amazing race, we have kept the faith. I couldn't even picture that moment when we finally see him. There won't be a dry eye, tears shed only because of unspeakable joy. The Celebration then has just begun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 16:33, "In the world you have tribulation, but take courage, I have overcome the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are overcomers, conquerors, victors in Christ!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There Will Come A Day" by Faith Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's a better place where our Father waits&lt;br&gt;And every tear He'll wipe away&lt;br&gt;The darkness will be gone, the weak shall be strong&lt;br&gt;Hold on to your faith!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There will come a day&lt;br&gt;The song will ring out down those golden streets&lt;br&gt;The voices of earth with the angels singing&lt;br&gt;Every knee will bow, sin will have no trace in the glory of His amazing grace&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There will come a day!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3963287936053660478?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3963287936053660478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3963287936053660478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3963287936053660478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3963287936053660478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-will-see-you-again.html' title='I Will See You Again'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7617321125367413882</id><published>2007-11-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:37:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>It was quite a very interesting and rare night for us tonight. Netty and I went to the premier of the evangelistic movie &lt;a href="http://reboundphilippinesmovie.com"&gt;Rebound&lt;/a&gt; this evening at Victory Christian Fellowship in Robinsons Galleria. I was given complimentary tickets because I made the &lt;a href="http://reboundphilippinesmovie.com"&gt;movie website&lt;/a&gt; (please check it out). Anyway, as we went down the basement parking, I had a hard time looking for one until I found a guy hurrying to his car, so I put my flashers on. And imagine our surprise when we recognized who it was... it was Piolo Pascual! Perhaps he was came from the evening service of VCF. Netty was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang &lt;/span&gt;we didn't get a chance to see him longer. And I was like, "I just took the place of Piolo's car..." (insert starstruck Anime eyes, hehe). After that episode, we went to the cinema, we found some friends who were already on the queue and took our seats. And then Gary Valenciano and family show up and took the seats in front of us. As in naistarstruck kame. I could literally just stretch out my hand and call his attention. They were there to support his son Gabriel because he's the lead of the movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ala lang&lt;/span&gt;, just wanted to share ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starstruck siguro&lt;/span&gt;. And praise God because these guys people of great influence in media have come to know Christ and more and more people from that field are getting to know Him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-7617321125367413882?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7617321125367413882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7617321125367413882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7617321125367413882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7617321125367413882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/11/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4719222528155181481</id><published>2007-11-15T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:17:02.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel According to Jackie Chan</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 148px; height: 197px;" class="alignright" src="http://www.cbsnews.com/images/2006/04/01/imageXKC10203310958.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was watching Late Night with Conan today and he had Jackie Chan on the show. I thought this was gonna be good. Conan introduces him and as he enters from the curtains and everyone just cheered on him. Conan comments that there’s something about Jackie Chan that his presence always lights up any room. And indeed I was smiling and laughing watching the interview because he’s fun-loving, animated and very positive person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He truly lights up every room.&lt;/span&gt; Positive—He’s happiness infectious, that every person that he connects with is charged up with that energy. I thought if only we could be more like that. That in every person we try to connect with we leave a trace of God’s radiance and goodness—because we are mere reflectors of His glory. Just as salt that influences the food it touches and a light that influences any room. We are agents to influence any dire, gloomy or apathetic situation. We reflect that Light. A Light that is more infectious than raw positive thinking and meditation, it’s His radiance, Him who came to bring people Life—a life that is full, happy and complete. Are we putting that Light to good use?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. &lt;b&gt;Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine!&lt;/b&gt; Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– Jesus, Matthew 5:14-16 (The Message)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-4719222528155181481?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4719222528155181481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4719222528155181481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4719222528155181481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4719222528155181481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/11/gospel-according-to-jackie-chan.html' title='The Gospel According to Jackie Chan'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1507430538359547576</id><published>2007-11-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:53:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in the Life: Long Day</title><content type='html'>It's been a long day today. Today is my campus ministry day. Surprisingly woke up at 7AM by myself (snaps for me) and started preparing for my campus visit in CCM. Took a quick shower and tricycle my way to LRT. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I arrived at CCM around 10AM and our smallgroup is already waiting for me. It was a great first smallgroup meeting this semester. Had a great time catching up and sharing and encouraging one another. Netty followed around 11AM. By 12 noon we went to CEU to visit a youth of mine to catch up on each other's lives over lunch. I haven't seen her for quite a while so Netty and I were so happy to see her telling her that she was "blooming" which was not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bola &lt;/span&gt;but true. Around 2PM, we were to meet Ate Merla in a student center in Morayta. I figured it should be in United Baptist Church, because they had a large youth center. I was glad to find out that the Doulos (Ship) Team was holding a booksale in the student center. And this time majority of the books were inspirational and cheaper. We met Ate Merla with her friends there. Turns out that that was not the student center they were using but the one over the FEU side. After buying some books, we headed there to spend sometime to catch up with friends. By 4PM, we went back to CCM with the intention to get to know new students and share faith with them which turned out pretty well. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a long day's work (with all the sun and smoke, we look and smelled un-fresh already), we went to Glorietta to have dinner and catch a movie (One More Chance :). On the way there, Netty surprised me with a WordSearch book, that I wanted to buy when we were in Doulos (It was so sweeet of her). Arriving there we discovered that the queue to the move was so long since it was 1st day of showing so we figured to just have dinner and coffee. We were able to see Netty's friends (Christian, Daniel, Claire and Jen) and shared a dinner at World Chicken. They went off to see Beowulf and Netty and I went to Starbucks to have coffee. She's eagerly collecting this years Starbucks planner :) It was my first time this season to have a hot cup of Peppermint Mocha which was very exciting. Then we took the word search book and had a little competition on answering the most hidden words. It was a quality time moment :) After coffee I took her home and stayed a little longer watching PBB. Arrived home at 11:30PM blessed and thankful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blessed and Thankful that ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received a new project after a friend of the &lt;a href="http://reboundphilippinesmovie.com"&gt;Rebound Movie&lt;/a&gt; staff saw the site. Thankful for the &lt;a href="http://p83k.blogspot.com"&gt;projects&lt;/a&gt; He's sending me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am able to connect with students and young people and being able to minister to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the company of Netty. A real encourager and encouragement, equally passionate about young people and full of grace even after a whole day's work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Please pray with us as we continue to minister to the students of CCM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-1507430538359547576?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1507430538359547576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1507430538359547576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1507430538359547576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1507430538359547576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-in-life-long-day.html' title='Day in the Life: Long Day'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-666300247797157869</id><published>2007-11-09T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:22:04.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Semester @ CCM</title><content type='html'>2nd semester is here again. Today Netty and I went to CCM to visit our Bible study group and do some evangelism survey. There aren't alot of students yet just a handful. We were able to know a few students from Computer Science college. And we were able to see our Bible study group. We're meeting again, this time Wednesdays at 10AM. We'll be there the whole day Wednesdays. Before we left, rain came pouring down really hard. We stayed at SM Manila for a while. Then proceed to accompany Netty to the FX station. It's like highschool all over again (Pahatid hatid sa sakayan, kasi bawal sa house hehe). I'm really blessed to have Netty in my life and it's an added reward that I could do ministry with her. Our bible study group of 4th years students from Political Science will soon enter the working world. Thankful that all of them passed their thesis and two pairs of thesis partners from our group got the top 2 highest thesis grades. Praying that this semester will be fruitful for all of us in CCM. :) &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-666300247797157869?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/666300247797157869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=666300247797157869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/666300247797157869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/666300247797157869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-semester-ccm.html' title='2nd Semester @ CCM'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5242653493570079498</id><published>2007-11-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:30:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in the life: Glorietta After</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's back to school for me here at ASCM. I'm enrolled to two subjects whose professors&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "hindi ko masakyan."&lt;/span&gt; One subject perhaps the better one is Counselling with Dr. Zonia Tappeiner, but she's still not in 'til next week. Mondays and Tuesdays are my school days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally I got to see Netty after 8 days. We saw Rendition. Good movie. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sad to discover that Jolibee's Amazing Aloha is phased out again. Do only few people really appreciate Amazing Aloha??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy to see that finally Starbucks' Christmas Blends are back! (My favorite is peppermint mocha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's my first time to visit Glorietta after the explosion that killed 11 people and injured scores. Glorietta 2 is still closed. The stalls on the hallway that goes through Landmark is closed on one side. Even though the mall is trying to pull in its patrons through sales and Christmas decors the shadow of that sad Friday afternoon looms. There were only few people around. Shops close earlier. And the security check-ups take longer. It's a gloomy feeling altogether, and it's Christmas season. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord, teach us to number our days aright" (Ps. 90:12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5242653493570079498?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5242653493570079498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5242653493570079498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5242653493570079498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5242653493570079498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-in-life-glorietta-after.html' title='Day in the life: Glorietta After'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8098858905351300732</id><published>2007-10-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:42:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonah 4:11, "Should I not have compassion on Nineveh, the great city in which there are more than 120,000 persons who do not know the difference between their right and left hand, as well as many animals?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was God's answer to Jonah, after he proclaimed God's judgment to the wicked Assyrian capital city of Niniveh. But because the whole city repented, God relented its destruction. And this made Jonah really, really disappointed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Was not this what I said while I was still in my own country? Therefore in order to forestall this I fled to Tarshish, for I knew that You are a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abundant in lovingkindness, and one who relents concerning calamity." (Jonah 4:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Many times we let the comforts of religiosity make our faith stale and stagnant rather than letting it flow, expressed to ripple off. We forget the compassion rendered upon us by the Lord "while we were yet sinners". We readily label the supposed less closer to God to a point of disgusting self-righteousness. But our lack of compassion and genuine concern just reveals that we are no more enlightened and transformed than them. We fail to see that more than statistics they are victims in need of a Savior like we were once.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 3:17, "For God did not send the Son to judge the world, but the world might be saved through Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord, may I reflect your compassion for the hurting, the blind, and the weary. Fan the flame of compassion and the burden for the lost, the students and the young people. Let it grow stronger. Search me and mold me.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8098858905351300732?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8098858905351300732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8098858905351300732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8098858905351300732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8098858905351300732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/10/compassion-wanted.html' title='Compassion Wanted'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6922616360414843100</id><published>2007-10-27T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:17:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasugbu Visit</title><content type='html'>Finally after a week's hustle and bustle, I'm nailed to the house. Finishing my message for tomorrow. This week's been surprisingly hectic. I thought finally I will have rest after last weeks nightly seminars at church. But projects have been queueing, thank God, on the downside I'm still adjusting to the abnormal sleeping habits of sleeping late. I feel the work stress has been affecting my body, I'm experiencing problems with my stomach and my eyes. I want to get myself checked up next week. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tuesday was a break from work when I and Welfert went to Nasugbu to coordinate the cooking team for the camp. We figured it would be easier to get the help of a local church to do the cooking for us instead of bringing a team from Manila. But anyways, it was a rainy-cold trip to Nasugbu. And we're welcomed like VIPs. A taste of local Batangas hospitality. It was such a blessing and a breather for me to witness such dedicated and inspiring ministers of the Lord. Especially Ptra. Carumba who was our contact. She has already grandchildren, but her raw passion for the Lord is evident by her age. It was a blessing listening to her stories back in BBC and Manila Faith, also her ministry stories during Martial Law.  &lt;STRONG&gt;It's like saying to me, ministry doesn't start and end with me, we're just all part of God's story in His effort to reconcile men to God through Jesus. Ministry wasn't born yesterday. God has been using people even before I was born and it wouldn't stop when I die (So it's like okay to get some break sometimes! :) &lt;/STRONG&gt;Indeed it is not about us. We also met Ptr. Mike Anciado, a young Nth generation pastor of Nasugbu First AG. We visited their newly renovated church. They have this wall of old and new pictures showing the growth of the church. Indeed the trip was a slice of history lesson.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-6922616360414843100?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6922616360414843100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6922616360414843100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6922616360414843100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6922616360414843100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/10/nasugbu-visit.html' title='Nasugbu Visit'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2902618352621893073</id><published>2007-10-20T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:06:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Crazy Schedule and Bombing</title><content type='html'>Satuday. We just concluded a 15 hour (5 nights) seminar on Carecells. A group of Singaporeans from Trinity Christian Center came down for ministry exposure. They were here last May through Chi Alpha and we also got to know them and build friendship with them. I wrote before the one word that I would describe them is DRIVEN, they are still now. They've never lost their passion, it was a LIFESTYLE. I have learned so much from them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Looong day yesterday, slept at 3AM because of a project (Subpix posters). 10AM I was already in Robinsons Place Manila for cellgroup consultation with Ptr. Edwin &amp; Ptr. Carmelo. At 12, went to Alva to print the posters I made. This wasn't supposed to be my job (to print my design for the client) but the client is so busy that he cannot do it, so he just paid me for the effort &amp; the gas. While waiting to print, I was in KFC taking my lunch. Then I got a text that Glorietta 2 was bombed. At first I was skeptic, but another text came confirming the incident. And I was going to Makati. 3PM I picked up the posters and head for Makati. Turned on the AM Radio and listened as the tragedy unfold.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's devastating what fear can do to you. If there's one thing I learned about the incident yesterday is that these people who did this sowed fear to the people. Fear immobilizes you. Nails you that you keep yourself from moving forward. It creates paranoia. Just listening to the reports as it came in, it gave a sense of fear for your safety. I heard someone say that fear is the number one weapon of the devil. He'll keep you frozen to move on. He'll sow thoughs of "what if's" so you won't pursue God's plan altogether. But God didn't give us a spirit of timidity, but the Spirit of boldness, love and a sound mind. Love drives away fear. It's like light vs. darkness. Ptr. Edwin says that light NEVER wrestles with darkness, darkness just flees whenever light comes. That's what love does. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's a point where you could choose to continue listening and continue to be fearful or just leave it. I mean I already got the facts, and the news just keeps on repeating. So at one point even if it was difficult to switch from the news, I turned on the CD player and played and listened to some God-songs. 4PM I delivered the posters in Makati Avenue. 5PM I picked up Ptr. Edwin and Ptr. Carmelo from Hospicio de San Jose (they visited an orphanage the whole afternoon) and when went to church. After the seminar, I treat them for a Chinese dinner in Ongpin (they've been treating me for a couple of nights). I dropped them in their hotel by 11PM and got home and talked to Netty by Netty tells me I am not Superman. True. Earlier Ptr. Edwin shared that Singaporeans are crazy planners, they do things by the second. I am also like that at times. And I'm trying to start working on my inhumane schedule. After a few hours finally I got a well-deserved sleep.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2902618352621893073?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2902618352621893073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2902618352621893073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2902618352621893073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2902618352621893073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-crazy-schedule-and-bombing.html' title='Yesterday&amp;#39;s Crazy Schedule and Bombing'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4627837253189579990</id><published>2007-10-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:07:09.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>Today I was able to finally able to get some good rest after last week's rush of work, ministry and in-betweens. I dozed by 9PM and woke up around 10AM--a gud 13 hours of sleep. But I still feel a bit weak (no energy) I figured this was because I stopped lifting weights. My tummy's getting bigger (again). So I need to get back on a regular routine exercise. Over the weekend I was able to finish a project. But there's more to do for this week. The Singaporeans from Trinity Christian Center are back again and this time they are doing trainings for five evenings (6-9PM) at our church that started tonight. Nice to see Ptr. Edwin and Ptr. Carmelo again. And tonight's seminar about Spiritual Parenting was very meaty and helpful. I need to get back on blogging. But for now, gotta sleep.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-4627837253189579990?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4627837253189579990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4627837253189579990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4627837253189579990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4627837253189579990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-in-life.html' title='Day in the Life'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8605743772263748431</id><published>2007-09-23T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:49:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you will not tell them, how will they know?</title><content type='html'>"If you listen you'll hear it&lt;br&gt;A call to the nations&lt;br&gt;to show forth your praises&lt;br&gt;to every tongue, tribe and nation&lt;br&gt;If you will not tell them&lt;br&gt;How will they know&lt;br&gt;That there's joy in my presence&lt;br&gt;Like they've never known&lt;br&gt;Bring them into My presence&lt;br&gt;Let them worship before My throne" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woke up to this song by Don Moen entitled "This is My Holy Place" (it's a very old song). Does anyone else know this song?&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8605743772263748431?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8605743772263748431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8605743772263748431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8605743772263748431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8605743772263748431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-will-not-tell-them-how-will-they.html' title='If you will not tell them, how will they know?'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1521803410109348112</id><published>2007-09-18T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:02:19.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/Ru89iwoKCjsAAC6Dnv41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.petrosrocks.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Ru89iwoKCjsAAC6Dnv41/SP_A1630.jpg?et=F3TimhdhN0pdV75OEayktw" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woke up today quite late already. Before last night, I only had 7 hours of sleep for two days. It's busy days at work. Today I woke up and mom prepared breakfast for me. I thank God for my mom. Like I said before, the family and my friends are manifestations of God's grace and love in my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-1521803410109348112?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1521803410109348112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1521803410109348112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1521803410109348112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1521803410109348112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3469552286645067024</id><published>2007-09-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:41:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Prayer</title><content type='html'>26 years. I may have come a long way, age-wise and some, but not to the point of contentment. In fact I consider myself yet far from the goal I've been pursuing, the goal of perfect peace and intimacy with my Father.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lord, my prayer for my birthday is another 26 years of hot pursuit for You. Again, Lord, I want to follow hard after You. Forgive me if there are still lapses in my walk with You, I am alone at fault. In these unfaithful moments may Your precious grace abound. Lord preserve me, make me holy in the truest sense of Your Word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Indeed Father You don't owe me anything, but in Your perfect love You chose to pursue me, even sometimes I think as if I deserve to be blessed. Who are you to think that your service outshine and outweigh His selfless outpouring of life and blood on the cross? Lord let Thou increase and I decrease. I am but a servant. Lord, give me opportunities to live out Your image one day at a time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank You, Lord, for people who constantly love and care for me--one of Your truest and most practical manifestations of blessing and grace in my life. Remind me to always cherish them always and not to take them for granted. I ask Father that You preserve my family in Your grace and blessing and my future wife, preserve us both until that blessed day.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3469552286645067024?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3469552286645067024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3469552286645067024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3469552286645067024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3469552286645067024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-prayer.html' title='Birthday Prayer'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2073598518228607486</id><published>2007-09-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:10:00.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Started A Joke ...</title><content type='html'>A very funny and interesting thing happened this afternoon during my Carecell. We ordered a large 18" yellow cab NY pizza cris-cut for Carecell. It was big and really good, it was done in less than an hour except for the last small piece. A partially "bald" slice with much of the surface is the edge of the crust.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It has been a way for us to refrain from eating the last piece of morsel on the table out of modesty. It's like when you eat the last piece the implications are a bit foolish but harsh. One would think he would be perceived by the people with him as a glutton and self-centered, by not giving way for others to have the last piece. So it becomes an endless finger-pointing telling the other person "you take the last piece."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So in order for this to end, I proposed a game that we would play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kompyang &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maalis-alis&lt;/span&gt; (black versus white). And the last one who remains finishes the slice. As we begin, it came into my mind that there was a donut that has been sitting on the fridge for over the week now from last week's worship team practice, also fell victim of the last-piece-curse. It was glazed with chocolate, frozen cold. I raised the bar of the game higher: The last two who will remain should play rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins gets to choose what the loser will eat between the last pizza and the cold donut.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So we began to play, with each turn the number of players got fewer until guess who were the last two to remain: Zarah Grace and me. The youth pastor and the youth president. And so there it was, me and Zarah Grace head to head for the power to choose who will eat what. And both of us knew that we don't wanna eat the cold donut. The game was race to three. Zarah got the first score, I got the next two, Zarah got the next. It was a tie. My rock lost to Zarah's paper. It was very funny, We were laughing our hearts out because my plan backfired. So I ended up eating the cold donut to the cheer of my members. I said to myself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humor talaga ni Lord o!&lt;/span&gt;" He knows I'm bad at losing games.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2073598518228607486?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2073598518228607486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2073598518228607486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2073598518228607486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2073598518228607486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-started-joke.html' title='I Started A Joke ...'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7361813078255971341</id><published>2007-09-07T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:15:05.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Surprise</title><content type='html'>This afternoon my Friday Carecell group in City College of Manila gave me a surprise birthday celebration planned by Netty and Annie. I was really surprised because they hid it well, although I was kinda feeling 'something's not right'. Netty bought a Red Ribbon black forest cake, and Annie gave me a large collage of birthday wishes from their group. I was really, really blessed by the love received. I realize that ultimately it is God who is touching me through them. I remember my recent meditation on scripture saying not to give up in doing good even sometimes you lose heart and feel like giving up because in due time we will reap a reward. If my God could give me something like what we had this afternoon (more than the gifts and cakes), how much more when finaly I will be rewarded with His fellowship in His kingdom. "No eye has seen and no ear has heard what God has in store for those who love Him."  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-7361813078255971341?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7361813078255971341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7361813078255971341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7361813078255971341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7361813078255971341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/early-surprise.html' title='An Early Surprise'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8455547466023967958</id><published>2007-09-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:19:49.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Giving Up Just Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. [So] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let us not lose heart in doing good&lt;/span&gt;, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary" (Galatians 6:8-9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is not in pursuit of the future without looking into the past. As we live our lives every day, every hour, every second, we sow the seeds of which in due time we will reap--they will catch up on us. And it's simple math. Sow to one's flesh and reap your own corruption. Sow to the Spirit--invest your life to Him, walk by Him (Gal 5:16)--and we will reap our long-fought-for reward. It's a lonesome waste giving up so soon for something we have fought for, bled for, got up again for (after the enemy's blow to keep us from pursuing deep in our hearts is the real deal.) The good that we do, no matter what the situation tells us at face value, will never return barren. The good we have sown will soon grow and flourish and benefit life. Never lose heart. It doesn't hurt to gather up one's strength and push some more, because it is worth fighting for. He awaits that day, when finally He welcomes us and say, "Son, you've finally made it through and I am well-pleased (or I am proud of you.)"&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8455547466023967958?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8455547466023967958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8455547466023967958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8455547466023967958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8455547466023967958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-giving-up-just-yet.html' title='Not Giving Up Just Yet'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4883104778901875899</id><published>2007-09-04T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:38:40.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zeal of Phinehas</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I preached about Phinehas, a rarely heard young character from the book of Numbers (25). I decided to preach about him when I felt that sometimes as Filipinos we avoid confrontations, even if the issue badly needs one such as sin. Confrontations are good, just like most things, when used properly. This personally happened to me when one of the faithful students in our campus bible study got entagled with some dead serious sin. And I felt that as her pastor, I failed to address the issue though I did something about it. I felt that I didn't do much about it. Being outrun by too much "kindness", sparing harsh discipline and "it already happened, what can we do now?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Zeal of Phinehas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scripture:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Proverbs 8:13, "To fear the Lord is to hate evil."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Numbers 25:10-13, "Then the Lord spoke to Moses, saying “Phinehas … has turned My wrath from the sons of Israel in that he was jealous with My jealousy among them, so that I did not destroy the sons of Israel in My jealousy.” Therefore I say, “Behold, I give him My covenant of peace; and it shall be for him and his descendants after him, a covenant of a perpetual priesthood, because he was jealous for his God and made atonement for the sons of Israel.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Numbers 25, we find the Israelites crossing Moab and after Balak's failed attempt to curse Israel through the prophet Balaam (ch 24), he took an alternative to destroy Israel by sending Moab's most beautiful and sexiest women of the land to entice Israel to engage in lust and idol worship (Rev. 2:14). God was furious that He asked Moses to execute all guilty parties among Israel. But there was one rebellious son of one of the tribe leader who in his defiant stance brought a Midianite woman into his tent in the sight of Moses and all Israel. Then the focus zooms to a young man named Phinehas. We read in Numbers 25:7-9:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"When Phinehas the son of Eleazar, the son of Aaron the priest, saw it, he arose from the midst of the congregation and took a spear in his hand, and he went after the man of Israel into the tent and pierced both of them through, the man of Israel and the woman, through the body. So the plague on the sons of Israel was checked. Those who died by the plague were 24,000." (Numbers 25:7-9)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God was very impressed with Phinehas action that He said to Moses, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Then the Lord spoke to Moses, saying “Phinehas … has turned My wrath from the sons of Israel in that he was jealous with My jealousy among them, so that I did not destroy the sons of Israel in My jealousy.” Therefore I say, “Behold, I give him My covenant of peace; and it shall be for him and his descendants after him, a covenant of a perpetual priesthood, because he was jealous for his God and made atonement for the sons of Israel.” (Numbers 25:10-13) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phinehas had a lot of Z.E.A.L.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Phinehas had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO-TOLERANCE&lt;/span&gt; for sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;He loved God so much that he despised sin in the same manner as God. God said Phinehas was "jealous for My jealousy." Phinehas didn't turn the blind-eye when he saw this upfront defiance against God's law. Proverbs 8:13 say, "to fear the Lord is to hate evil." Living in a fallen world always challenges our "fear of the Lord" when we compromise our stance against issues, turn the blind-eye against injustice and evil especially when we have a power to do something about it, and moreover when we are deceived by our own pet sins (Psalm 36:1-2, Proverbs 9:17-18). The true test for every believer is his displeasure towards sin and anything that is evil (1 John 2:15-17).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we are tempted to take in temptations and nurse sin in our lives let us take God's prescription for Moses:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Numbers 25:4, "The Lord said to Moses, “Take all the leaders of the people and execute them in broad daylight before the Lord, so that the fierce anger of the Lord may turn away from Israel.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take the leaders and execute them&lt;/span&gt; … stay away from/eliminate anyone or anything that causes or leads you to sin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In broad daylight&lt;/span&gt; … expose it in broad daylight so "everyone" will see and learn. Be accountable to someone who will track your commitment to end that sin in your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before the Lord&lt;/span&gt; … commit your decision to the Lord who gives you strength.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Phinehas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMERGED &lt;/span&gt;from the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;God was pleased with Phinehas because he took initiative by atoning (appeasing) for the sin in behalf of the sons of Israel. God said, “Behold, I give him My covenant ... because he ... made atonement for the sons of Israel” (Numbers 25:12-13). He didn't wait for someone to do it, he didn't ask someone to do it, nor he didn't wait for someone to tell him to do it. And because of his initiative to execute God's righteousness in the camp, the plagued finally ended, but 24,000 unnecessary casualties had already occured. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesus himself tells us that if a brother or a sister sins, we must go and show him his fault in private so that he will realize his fault. Sometimes the truth hurts, but like a bitter medicine it needs to be ingested. Paul adds to this when he warns us that we must speak the truth "in love."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Phinehas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTED &lt;/span&gt;upon his convictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's interesting that throughout the story we didn't hear a single word uttered by Phinehas. We only saw him as he moved about and execute God's judgment on the defiant couple. Verse 7-8, "he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw &lt;/span&gt;... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arose &lt;/span&gt;from the congregation ... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took &lt;/span&gt;a spear ... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran &lt;/span&gt;after the man ... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pierced &lt;/span&gt;both of them ..." He was a man of action. While others were weeping (v. 6), he acted and became the solution. He was someone you can depend on when the going got tough. Sometimes when faced with stubborn sin among our family, friends and even ourselves, we sheepishly and silently protest, "weeping" and mourning, instead of acting upon what we know in God's Word. God is looking for men to stand in the gap (Ez 22:23-30) who will "stop the plague" of sin from spreading and destroying the lives of those who harbor it and the people around them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, Phinehas was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOYAL &lt;/span&gt;to his God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Phinehas was God's number one fan. The bottom line is Phinehas loved God so much that whatever God loves, he loves, whatever God hates, he hates, no questions whatsoever. God was pleased with Phinehas because he was "jealous for My jealousy." Now isn't jealousy such a negative attitude for a good God to have? But the Bible is quite clear about it, our God is a jealous God. Webster defines jealousy as "lacking permissive attitude towards rivalry or unfaithfulness". So what is God jealous about? Let us read what He said when He handed out the 10 commandments to Moses:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deuteronomy 5:8-10, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;You shall not make for yourself an idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the form of anything in heaven above or on earth beneath or in the waters below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;You shall not bow down to them or worship them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;God is madly jealous for us when we set up idols. Now perhaps we already realize that idols are not just statues people pray to but objects or people who takes more priority in our life than God, whether it's money, fame, friends or boy/girlfriends. Do we have idols in our life that provoke our God to be madly jealous for You? The best way to keep ourselves from anything that takes us away from Him is to draw nearer and closer to God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Phinehas was full of Z.E.A.L.:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZERO-TOLERANCE for sin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EMERGE from the crowd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ACT upon your convictions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOYAL to God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In the end, God made a covenant with Phinehas. Now when God makes a covenant, three things: it's unbreakable, it's true (He doesn't lie), and it's for eternity. Now who doesn't want that. And because Phinehas was pleasing in the sight of God by being "jealous for His jealousy", God made a "covenant of peace" with him (v. 12-13). Peace that passes all understanding, peace that breaks down walls of fear and doubt. And God promised that his sons and their sons after him will forever serve Him in his presence. We can have that peace when we truly and wholeheartedly surrender our lives to Him, and align faithfully with Him. My prayer for me and you is that we may grow that spirit of Phinehas that is passionately zealous for God and His kingdom, staying true to Him and His ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-4883104778901875899?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4883104778901875899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4883104778901875899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4883104778901875899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4883104778901875899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/zeal-of-phinehas.html' title='The Zeal of Phinehas'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2950206536851745376</id><published>2007-09-03T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:32:11.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Filipino-Chinese</title><content type='html'>Finally after three mondays of class suspensions because of typhoon, holiday and school retreat, we've got to finally have class again in Hebrew. I missed the class. So this morning I went an hour early to school to do some review (although we usually have group study as early as 11AM). The difference what three cancelled meeting makes. It needed some effort to get back to speaking and understanding the language again. I remember this is the same effect it had on me after I graduated highschool. I almost forgot to speak, understand and write Chinese. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We usually don't speak Chinese at home, being a child of second-generation Filipino-Chinese. Sociologist say there are three orders of Filipino-Chinese in the Philippines: the nearly extinct First Generation (they are the one's who came from the mainland and marry a Filipino), second generation (the children of the first generation, who speaks Chinese at home, but speaks Filipino outside), and the third generation (who rarely speak Chinese anymore). They say 10 generations further, intermarriages among Filipinos and Chinese would've blend and neutralize each cultural uniqueness. That is why some elder Chinese try or force the younger to marry their own kind to preserve the culture and values, and even sometimes their economic status. And sadly this kind of mindset made its way in the church. A sad but true anecdote: A young Chinoy grows an interest with a Filipina, his mother is concerned. "We have different values," she tells me. Though I wouldn't approve also just because the girl goes to a "different" church. But the close-mindedness lies within the person themselves, situations vary, so I warn you not to stereotype people, because that's bad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So let me end this day-in-a-life-turned-rant post by quoting Paul: "There is no longer Jew or Gentile, slave or free, male and female. For [we] are all one in Christ Jesus" (Galatians 3:28).&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2950206536851745376?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2950206536851745376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2950206536851745376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2950206536851745376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2950206536851745376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/09/jewish-filipino-chinese.html' title='Jewish Filipino-Chinese'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2321223692392561291</id><published>2007-08-25T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T04:54:51.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What am I doing 4AM in the morning? I'm back at work. I'm doing US outsource projects again. It's been &lt;a href="http://melancholeric1.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html"&gt;almost 2 years&lt;/a&gt; (Nov '05) since I left the company where I worked. Now I'm back. Why? Well, many things. I have been struggling and praying for a go these past few weeks if I revive my flash artist profession. Ministry has been very fruitful and the need is huge. But I gotta take care of some things especially my family. My funds are running out and I'm lagging with my contributions in the house bills. Something that really convinced me to return was just this week, my mom, dad and I went to the hospital to get checked up. I had recurring flu which was getting worse everyday. My dad had this lump on his back that after diagnosis, the doctor declared it was an early stage of tumor. Now the doctor reassured us that it is not a serious thing, as long as it's removed ASAP before it becomes infected, but hearing those words really shook me up. I mean that was my dad. Anyway, he's going under operation today for the lump to be removed. Praying that everything's gonna be okay. But you get the picture. I need to work for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week, two of my friends back in college got engaged. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganito pala kapag mid-20s na.&lt;/span&gt; You hear friends getting married one after another. And of course, I also have my own wedding to attend to ... in the near future, hehe. But yeah, I need to prepare for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSALM 121&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift up my eyes to the hills—&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;the Maker of heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will not let your foot slip—&lt;br /&gt;he who watches over you will not slumber;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, he who watches over Israel&lt;br /&gt;will neither slumber nor sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD watches over you—&lt;br /&gt;the LORD is your shade at your right hand;&lt;br /&gt;the sun will not harm you by day,&lt;br /&gt;nor the moon by night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD will keep you from all harm—&lt;br /&gt;he will watch over your life;&lt;br /&gt;the LORD will watch over your coming and going&lt;br /&gt;both now and forevermore.&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/6748140495284967138-2321223692392561291?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2321223692392561291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2321223692392561291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2321223692392561291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2321223692392561291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-9003791934149518235</id><published>2007-08-21T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:30:21.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Life in A Nutshell: House-cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.petrosrocks.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/11/070821%20Carecell%20Gimmick%2018.jpg?et=GDBw3C%2CdDltpnw%2BPbI11Vw"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.petrosrocks.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/11/070821%20Carecell%20Gimmick%2018.jpg?et=GDBw3C%2CdDltpnw%2BPbI11Vw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last week was the bummest day. Life halt--thanks to typhoon Egay--no ministry, no class, just stayed at home and watch movie marathons. Made me also to rest and restore lost strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a meeting this morning with friends in youth ministry. It was a great time spending time with them again after a long time not having seen and talk to each other because of our own ministries. Received and was assigned to quite a challenging task which I realized God somehow prepared me that something like this is coming. Nevertheless I am excited and can't wait conquer new territories and challenges ahead. More details later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Carecell spent some &lt;a href="http://petrosrocks.multiply.com/photos/album/11/Carecell_Bonding"&gt;bonding time&lt;/a&gt; this afternoon. Haven't gone out with them these past few months. So it was a welcome relaxation. No meetings, we had it the previous day, so we could just enjoy and relax today. Went to Trinoma, Riverbanks and Tiendesitas. My carecell, also our youth core group, is the greatest and I am really proud having them as part of the team. I've seen them grow after all these years. Some God has called to ministry, others to excel in their studies and workplace. I've committed myself to personally invest my life, experiences and knowledge to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm doing some house-cleaning in my spiritual life and ministry these days. Finally, after sometime idling around I got the push to pick up where I left off. I realized today the greatness of His compassion and lordship, how He sees a polished diamond through a rough stone. I can only stand amazed and in awe of Him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This verse really helped me get up from that mud pile and shamelessly follow Him again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have dwelt in the abode of silence. If I should say, "My foot has slipped," Your lovingkindness, O Lord, will hold me up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When my anxious thoughts multiply within me&lt;/span&gt;, Your consolations delight my soul ... the Lord has been my stronghold and my God the rock of my refuge." ~ Psalm 94:17-19, 22&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/6748140495284967138-9003791934149518235?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/9003791934149518235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=9003791934149518235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/9003791934149518235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/9003791934149518235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-in-nutshell-house-cleaning.html' title='Life in A Nutshell: House-cleaning'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3562319810159835523</id><published>2007-08-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:21:16.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus minsitry'/><title type='text'>But of course, no classes again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;News just announced that there will be no classes tomorrow. Since the rainy season came, our campus ministry has been greatly affected since we won't be able to meet the students in school. Kuya Kevin reminds us that being stuck amidst a sea of rainwater has &lt;a href="http://kevinsanders.multiply.com/journal/item/121"&gt;its own benefits&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, I like the rainy days also, its cold and chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://gitaristaboi.multiply.com/"&gt;my brother's&lt;/a&gt; 21st birthday today.&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/6748140495284967138-3562319810159835523?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3562319810159835523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3562319810159835523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3562319810159835523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3562319810159835523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/but-of-course-no-classes-again.html' title='But of course, no classes again!'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7447944178142501663</id><published>2007-08-15T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:26:18.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad TV'/><title type='text'>Kokey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Does anybody else think that Kokey, from ABS-CBN's primetime series of the same name, is the freakiest children's character ever? I wouldn't want him showing up in our kitchen or crawling under the tables. Quite scary...&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/6748140495284967138-7447944178142501663?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7447944178142501663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7447944178142501663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7447944178142501663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7447944178142501663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/kokey.html' title='Kokey'/><author><name>Patrick 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7152547651439806220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7152547651439806220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7152547651439806220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7629447811799565915</id><published>2007-08-08T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:13:18.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transforming prayer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Do not remember the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your compassion come quickly to meet us for we are brought very low. Help us O God of our salvation for the glory of your name. And deliver us and forgive our sins for your name's sake." (Psalm 79:8-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Lord God of hosts, restore us. Cause your face to shine upon us and we will be saved." (Psalm 80:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I would feed you the finest wheat and with honey from the rock I would satisfy you." (Psalm 81:16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-7629447811799565915?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7629447811799565915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7629447811799565915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7629447811799565915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7629447811799565915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-not-remember-iniquities-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5577367691634920771</id><published>2007-08-07T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:08:13.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God-thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm a kid with ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got to get back on the habit on blogging. Not so much because I'm a busybody that I can't post new entries more frequently, but in fact it is total laziness, not in hitting the keys, but in processing the mind and sharing my thoughts. Just as I wrote in my last post, I'm in this state of hibernation. I was scanning this book Spirit-filled Temperament by Tim La Haye and it writes how a melancholy or choleric temperament (I'm not sure which one) incurs in himself great depression after experiencing great victory. Could this be true in my situation? It has happened a few times. But I am hesitant to accept this. "I am fearfully and wonderfully made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I think that I am in desperate need these kinds of valleys. I forget to ask myself what I always ask before. "Where is God in all of these? What is He teaching me?" I'm a kid suffering from ADD. And perhaps the only way He could put my right where He wants me to be--in His loving and healing presence is shutting the lights off--out from the sparkles and noise and finally emerge as who I really am--an ordinary guy before an extra-ordinary, great and loving Father. He snuffs those moth-drawing lights so that finally He could catch me and embrace his beloved son, the one who was lost but now is found. "I am the only One you need. My heart aches to finally get a chance to tell you that you are loved, accepted, with NOTHING TO PROVE; I rejoice over you, my child, with singing. I quiet you with my love. I'm not a God who drives a slave to hardwork, in fact my yoke is easy and my burden is light. I am your Father and you are my beloved son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be always reminded that I'm not Superman, but just a vessel--that is just ordinary, nothing special--without His heavenly treasures kept inside; just an ass, literally and figuratively--if not used for the Master's service. "Knowing me sucks unless you see Christ in me." Let Him increase and I decrease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5577367691634920771?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5577367691634920771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5577367691634920771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5577367691634920771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5577367691634920771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-kid-with-add.html' title='I&apos;m a kid with ADD'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8120989927050785525</id><published>2007-08-03T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:22:49.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s2ymnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus minsitry'/><title type='text'>Life in A Nugget: APAW &amp; Ice-cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.zarahlim.multiply.com/image/4/photos/36/600x600/3/DSC01421.JPG?et=i%2BxU%2B2E%2C9erBOaWOIS3eSA"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.zarahlim.multiply.com/image/4/photos/36/600x600/3/DSC01421.JPG?et=i%2BxU%2B2E%2C9erBOaWOIS3eSA" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged for a while. Here are some things going on with me in the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Saturday we had our section's Youth &lt;a href="http://petrosrocks.multiply.com/photos/album/7"&gt;APAW&lt;/a&gt; (All-out Praise And Worship) at Word of Hope. It was a blast. Young people have come from different churches in section 2 to participate in the event. Our band led the first set of worship. There were times when our vocals are cut because of power failures but as our voices were cut we hear the voices of the youth sing and worship. Such a lovely sight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ministry in campus have been off and on because of abrupt suspension of classes. Last Friday classes were suspended because they had a teachers meeting and today it's suspended again because of SK registrations. But I'm quite joyful for what's happening on our campus bible studies on other days because it's doing great. I find this sudden changes in routine disorienting because for the past few weeks I've been riding a roller-coaster ride. If you tried destroying an ant trail by rubbing your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laway&lt;/span&gt; or something on the path to remove the scent trail... I'm one of those ants. To say the least the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ang hirap ispelengin"&lt;/span&gt; fits me right now. I don't like the feeling. So guys please pray for me. but Praise God I'm recovering and praying that God will deliver me from burn-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday coming from school I went to SM Manila and I saw a great find. A new ice-cream/cake stall called Scoop-a-cake. There cakes have ice-cream filling inside. And their ice-cream have bits of cake inside. So nice. I tried a Black Forest ice cream. For P30 it's a great find--one large scoop size larger than a tennis ball served on top of Belgian waffle cone. The ice cream was filled with chocolate cake bits, chocolate chips and cherries! I hope they would soon have an ice cream house. Anyway you have to try it, if you love ice cream. They are on the same floor as the cinema near Chowking and the escalators.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night when I went home I discovered that my laptop had become an annex for a bunch of ants that have been trailing on the wall near my table. Grr. They were endlessly coming in and out of my USB socket and its annoying. They stopped now since I wiped it with computer cleanser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please include me in your prayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for my whole well-being--physical, emotional and spiritual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for financial provision. I know He provides.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for my ministry to the youth and campus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God's unfailing love for ever and ever. I will praise you forever for what you have done; in your name I will hope, for your name is good. I will praise you in the presence of your saints." - &lt;/span&gt;David, Ps. 52:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest--I would flee far away and stay in the desert... I call to God and the Lord saves me. Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice... Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall... As for me, I trust in [the Lord]. - &lt;/span&gt;David, Ps. 55&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8120989927050785525?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8120989927050785525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8120989927050785525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8120989927050785525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8120989927050785525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-in-nugget-apaw-ice-cream.html' title='Life in A Nugget: APAW &amp; Ice-cream'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5086096076234122048</id><published>2007-07-19T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:13:39.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Color of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rp7xiHnrpbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7L0n_6BZ9BU/s1600-h/SP_A1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rp7xiHnrpbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7L0n_6BZ9BU/s320/SP_A1510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088770197438571954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Tuesday night I and Netty went out to dinner. I got out off class quite early so I got time to get a haircut. And when it was time to pick her up at the clinic, we were wearing the same color of shirt. Now, blue, black or something dark would be fine. It was not the first time we find ourselves wearing the same color of clothes on a date, we find ourselves wearing yellow one time. This time I was wearing baby pink and she was wearing brighter shade of pink! I know some people would perceive this as something cute. And I know a couple who took it as a 'sign' that they were meant for each other. It was funny and awkward at the same time when we got to the mall 'cause you would feel everyone's looking at you. I could imagine people thinking, "Of all the colors they would agree on wearing, pink &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;." But nevertheless, after a while the consciousness wears off and we had a great time. We had Thai dinner and a regular stop at DQ. It was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when most people that you would meet and come across with are wearing the same color of shirt. It was like that yesterday. I took the train to Recto and there were a handful of people wearing the same color as mine--yellow!&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/6748140495284967138-5086096076234122048?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5086096076234122048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5086096076234122048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5086096076234122048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5086096076234122048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/07/color-of-day.html' title='Color of the Day'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rp7xiHnrpbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7L0n_6BZ9BU/s72-c/SP_A1510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5853247411962061459</id><published>2007-07-16T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T02:18:56.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UDM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firebrands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campus minsitry'/><title type='text'>Last Saturday's UDM Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rppg63nrpZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fia9WORBxjI/s1600-h/IMG_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rppg63nrpZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fia9WORBxjI/s400/IMG_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485293547464082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RppgvXnrpYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4EXcjsifdl4/s1600-h/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RppgvXnrpYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4EXcjsifdl4/s400/IMG_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485095978968450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we finally conducted the Spiritual Formation Seminar with the students of the College of Nursing in Universidad de Manila. Truly the Lord moved all throughout the program and even before it was very clear that He was at work as we prepared and interceded for this first major event of Firebrands UDM. Everything just fell into place. It was supposed to be held a week before with "everything in place." We've already invited a resource speaker and an American mission team will be doing an evangelistic presentation afterwards. But the Lord had other plans. So He delayed it for another week and with that delay we lost both guest speaker and team. That time I was quite curious what He's up His sleeves. I know it's always better because He's already seen it. So I just trusted and waited as time unfolded. Finally the go signal from the school arrives. We have seven days to prepare. Everyone's up in their feet, excited and expectant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very true that when God is going to do something good. The enemy will try all his best to destroy the faith of His people. It was the seven days where we felt the hand of the enemy trying to discourage us and put us down. First day of the week one of our core leaders called to inform me that she got sore-eyes. Another had high-fever that she didn't go to work all week. Middle of the week the one with sore-eyes called to tell me that her two sisters also caught sore-eyes. These leaders have a major movement in UDM Carecells. And because of the weather, some of us also suffered from cough and flu. It was like a symphony of germs just decided to spring up together on us. Coincidence? I don't think so. During that time God led me to claim Luke 10:19--"I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and over all the power of the enemy. Nothing will harm you"--and trusted by His promises and believed that when the time comes everything will be ready. Meeting one day before event, the weather was not on our side, and a fight breaks loose in the team. We realized what the enemy is trying to do. So we put our tasks aside and worshiped him and prayed as a team. After that the tension faded and we made declarations that charged up the whole team. (I learned doing declarations when I was in Jakarta where one person declares his vision in faith and everyone agrees with an all-out "amen!") Each one made their declarations that really came to pass the day after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RpphMnnrpaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aGP4ni_RjxA/s1600-h/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RpphMnnrpaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/aGP4ni_RjxA/s400/IMG_0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485598490142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my brother and I were already at school 7:30AM. We had just had a few hours of sleep from last night. One by one the team arrives. Everyone present--all sickness healed. By 9AM the hall was packed with 250 nursing students from all year levels. Their classes for the whole day were preempted for this seminar. After a quick team prayer our emcees graced the event with an icebreaker. Chi-Alpha Team Recto led by Ptr. Sur, Ate Merla and Joan started the first seminar on "Maximizing Your Learning Power". By 12NN, Firebrands led the second seminar on "Discovering Your Purpose in Life." The students were very responsive and upbeat. By 2PM, we prepare to close with a one-hour evangelistic presentation, but suddenly the admin arrives to inform us that electricity needed to be shut down. It was a scheduled shut down uninformed to us. We pleaded that we be given more time because it was the "main event" of the event. But they only allowed us to wrap it up in 30 minutes. As I informed the team it brought much pressure and stress to us that some attitudes began to show and flare up. I know that God will not allow His Word to be hindered by that. So we just proceeded with an redrafted program praying that we will not be shut down just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RppgfHnrpXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YYwEMRKpVkc/s1600-h/IMG_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RppgfHnrpXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YYwEMRKpVkc/s400/IMG_0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087484816806094194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had songs, skits and a testimony. By the end of the last human video "Tomorrow" most students were already ripe, some already in tears. I deliver the gospel challenge and finally when I asked if they would commit their life to Christ, one by one hands were raised in surrender. The place was holy ground. I stood in awe of how God moved in the hearts of the students. We prayed a prayer of acceptance and after that I challenged them to pursue knowing God through follow-up where they will be cared for and grow. We also gave out Book of Hope to each student. Among the 300 books that were prepared, only one was without a recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day as we sort the evaluation form, more that 80% students have responded to our challenge to commit their lives to Christ (one of our declarations). Around 50% committed to Carecells. Some will be connected to existing Carecells and we will be birthing 6 new Carecells this week. We still have 49 students who committed on a Saturday Carecell, but we're already thinking of connecting them to a fellowship because each leader has their hands already full. Praise God for this harvest! Also during the event, we were visited by the university's vice president and the department head of the College of Physical Therapy who invited us to conduct the same event in their college ASAP! Praise God for all that He has done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I meditated on Luke 10 where Jesus sends the 72. Jesus said, "The harvest is plenty but the laborers are few. Therefore pray to the Lord of the harvest will send out laborers to the harvest field..." Often times we think that our only obligation is just to pray that others will be called by God to the mission field. But few people continue on reading Jesus' next words, "Go! I AM sending YOU..." He is not asking you to pray for laborers to go, he's commanding you to go yourself. I remember a pastor said, "You are either a missionary or a mission field; a harvester or a harvest field." I rejoice that most of the Firebrands team has owned the vision of reaching young people for Christ and I marvel at how God rewards hearts that cry for his lost children with a bountiful harvest. So I challenge you to go ... now! Another faith milestone that testifies to God's faithfulness. Truly NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://petrosrocks.multiply.com/photos/album/4"&gt;Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://firebrandsyouth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Firebrands Youth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Prayer requests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for the successful birth of the 6 new Carecells this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for my strength spiritually, physically, emotionally and mentally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for our leaders that they will continue to be passionate for young people and that God will strengthen each one to fulfill His work for each of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for possibilities of starting our Youth Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5853247411962061459?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5853247411962061459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5853247411962061459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5853247411962061459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5853247411962061459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-saturdays-udm-event.html' title='Last Saturday&apos;s UDM Event'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rppg63nrpZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/fia9WORBxjI/s72-c/IMG_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3866735136161523062</id><published>2007-07-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:37:30.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UDM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASCM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. T'/><title type='text'>Cruising the Fast Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rainy days has finally started. I like it because I can cuddle into bed and put on a blanket and be covered all over because its chilly. Few people know that I'm "scared" of cold, just like a cat. Nowadays the warm and cold weathers are like tugging each other so people are getting sick. I myself am experiencing a little throat irritation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have been fast-paced lately. School and ministry. School is great. I'm really enjoying this semester. Yesterday had a class with Dr. T, which finally I was able to come to his class after two consecutive absences--first was because of my Indonesia trip and second because of the flat tire! I am really blessed in his class. The way he teaches narrative is very engaging. He always tell us that he teaches differently that's why some people get weirdoed with him. But actually I really get his method. Did I tell you that Dr. T became a devoted student of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Eldon_Ladd"&gt;George E. Ladd&lt;/a&gt; during his &lt;a href="http://www.fuller.edu/"&gt;Fuller Seminary&lt;/a&gt; days? So I was telling a friend that we are grand-students of Ladd. Hehe. In my Hebrew 3 class, it's very cool to read Genesis in Hebrew. But learning new insights about the texts that we're reading pays off the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got to settle today at home. Wednesday is my new day-off. I just go for bible study in our Valenzuela church in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much prayer and hope, our &lt;a href="http://firebrandsyouth.blogspot.com"&gt;youth ministry&lt;/a&gt; finally got a major breakthrough in our Universidad de Manila outreach (whose name was reverted again to City College of Manila). On Saturday, we are going to conduct a Spiritual Formation seminar from 9-3PM. We'll be doing Maximizing Your Learning Power, Discovering Your Purpose in Life Seminar and an Inspirational Challenge (Extra challenge) at the end of the seminars. The dean of the nursing college who goes to ICS, Netty's church, have been supporting us since day one buy allowing us to conduct bible study in the campus so that we have much presence now in the campus. Netty herself have been a blessing to me when we minister to students there. We're currently doing three campus Carecells in UDM (Weds, 6PM; Fri, 3PM and Sat, 3PM) and praying that in these cellgroups leaders will be born and more Carecells will be formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray with us that hearts will be turned and surrendered to our Lord during this event. Even now the enemy is trying to hinder our work by weighing some of our volunteers down with sicknesses and evil visitations. But as I pray and meditated on His Word, he reminds me of Luke 10:19, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you."&lt;/span&gt; Praise God for His mighty promises!&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/6748140495284967138-3866735136161523062?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3866735136161523062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3866735136161523062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3866735136161523062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3866735136161523062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/07/cruising-fast-lane.html' title='Cruising the Fast Lane'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8867647687617793266</id><published>2007-07-04T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:56:28.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Life in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some random thoughts thats been going on with me in the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was driving along North Harbor on the way to my 2-5 class. I caught a flat tire. It was the first time that it happened to me on the road, so I was quite scared. Good thing my dad taught me one time how to change a flat tire. Changing the front-left tire along North Harbor would be suicide because of the 18-wheelers. So I went inside a pier to find a suitable place to change it. Somehow I managed to lift the car with a jack, but couldn't unscrew the tire, so halfway through the process the porters in the pier came to give a hand. It was like midday so it was very hot and I was sweating. After they got the tire replaced. I drove to a vulcanizing shop to have the tire vulcanized and replaced again and had the car washed since it was impossible to catch up to class. This is my second consecutive time to be absent in Dr. T's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My subjects are starting to get demanding. Especially my Hebrew Book Study class. Our professor is intimidating. We are expected to read, translate and parse a chapter of Genesis in Hebrew every meeting. I'm enjoying it actually, but the pressure plus the intimidation sometimes are nerve-wracking. Originally this was my Thursday PM class but it was moved to Monday PM. I kinda lost my rest day which is Monday because of this and I'm slowly feeling exhaustion weighing down on my body in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was able to watch Transformers with Netty last Friday. A total guy movie. The visuals are too cool to handle. It became dragging when the Autobots came with their colorful bodies especially when you put Optimus Prime and Bumblebee together like a children's party. Human supporting characters--too comical and stereotyped (The black hip-hop nerd did it.) Forget my rants. The movie is still awesome. Perhaps movie of the year. Can't wait for the proposed sequels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8867647687617793266?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8867647687617793266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8867647687617793266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8867647687617793266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8867647687617793266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-in-nutshell.html' title='Life in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3809194091007223028</id><published>2007-06-30T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:41:09.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>More Lands to Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan/map-v1.0?aaacbaakabcbaakaafaaakfaakafaabaakafafabfkpaacaaukaakaakacaaldkakaaukakpmacdkaacaaaaaaaaaa9016" title="Lakbayan Visited Map" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin-top: 5px;" src="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan/grade-c" title="Lakbayan Grade: C" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Lakbayan grade is C!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at &lt;a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"&gt;Lakbayan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3809194091007223028?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3809194091007223028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3809194091007223028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3809194091007223028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3809194091007223028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-lands-to-cover.html' title='More Lands to Cover'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6419058596604415127</id><published>2007-06-29T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:54:57.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimonies'/><title type='text'>A Tribe Finds Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the conference, there were a lot of testimonies of miracles and conversions that were happening in Indonesia. One story was from one of our speakers Jim Yost. Jim and his wife were American missionaries to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irian_Jaya"&gt;Papua&lt;/a&gt; formerly Irian Jaya. I really like this guy, animated when he speaks but very humble, he stays in our hotel also (too bad we weren't able to meet him personally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he tells how they spent three years with the Papuan tribe they were trying to reach without any sign of interest and conversion. One day while he was in their house, he heard a loud scream from the jungle. So he ran through the forest towards that loud wailing. After 30 minutes of running he finally arrives in the riverbank and behold, there were many tribespeople already gathered. A family gathered crossed the river to the other side of the forest to gather food. When they returned, the family left their youngest member of one-year old in the canoe to carry their provisions to their house. But when they had returned the child was gone--he fell on the dark, algae-covered water. That's when the mother began crying out for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jim scans the area he sees the men wading through shallow but dark water trying to find the child. And the women now were calling on their gods, cutting themselves, dancing in ecstacy, to call the god's attention in vain. Finally they spot a body, it's stomach swelling because it drank to much water. They bring it up the bank to perform more rituals to revive the child. Finally Jim's wife steps up and gives the boy mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. 5 minutes ... 10 minutes ... 30 minutes she tried. It was too late. The boy is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim was desperate. Three years of reaching out to this hard-hearted tribes people ... In a sudden surge of supernatural faith--which he tells us he hasn't done before--he prays to God, "God, these people may not believe in You, but I know You love this tribe very very dearly. Please let them see that You are real and alive, bring this child back to life." And immediately the child's color turned warm. He coughs. And finally he spews out all the water that he ingested. The boy is alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother runs to the child and weeps, her child alive. The tribes people were amazed. They began making clicking sounds at the back of their throats--Jim say that's what they do when they see something amazing. They needed explanation. This is the moment. After three years of what seemed to be a pursuit in vain, God opens a door of opportunity. He begins to speak, "This child did not rise from the dead because of me. Jesus Christ, the God I am serving, who sent us to you, whom I am telling you about these years, He wants you to know Him because He loves you very, very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus one by one, families began to believe in Jesus. In the first week, six families gave their hearts to Christ. The next week, more. Until finally, by God's abounding grace and steadfast love through time, an entire tribe is won. Now, Jim and his family has spent 35 years with these tribes, continually teaching them and discipling them, and even sent missionaries from these tribe to other nations including the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Praise the Lord, His mercy endures forever!"&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/6748140495284967138-6419058596604415127?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6419058596604415127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6419058596604415127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6419058596604415127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6419058596604415127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribe-finds-jesus.html' title='A Tribe Finds Jesus'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7189033463778225599</id><published>2007-06-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:11:25.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>Terima Kasih Jakarta!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Jakarta. The &lt;a href="http://apyac07.multiply.com/"&gt;APYAC conference&lt;/a&gt; was a blast! I was really blessed with what God is doing in Indonesia and the nations. All in all there were 8 nations who participated in the conference (Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Philippines, Brunei, Taiwan, Australia and USA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some memorable things and stories about my Jakarta trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Indonesians did a really good job in handling the event. The conference was great, the lecturers were awesome and testimonies were inspiring. Joining this conference gave me a sense of belonging in what God is doing on a regional level. It allowed me to see the big picture, not just focusing on my church, but flowing with the move of the Spirit. It reinforced my call to the youth and the gift the Holy Spirit gave me. Youth minister for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I and some friends were even pulled into participating in the ceremonies. I carried the Philippine flag during the opening and closing ceremonies. We were even pulled into singing for the "international" choir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RoHZX9EtCJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Iqia0JYl4f4/s1600-h/687117917l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RoHZX9EtCJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Iqia0JYl4f4/s320/687117917l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080580860205140114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Back L-R: Yulie, Melani, Syane, VJ. Middle L-R: Joko, Marchel, Angel, Patrick, Vicky, Haydee. Front L-R, Yunie, Aaron, Nina, Welfert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendships and relationships were the cherry of top of an already tasty ice cream. I really cherished the new friends I've made in Jakarta. Originally there were only 2 Indonesians who escorted us throughout the conference (Aaron &amp; Marchel), but after the conference we've got to know and spend time with their friends and cell mates. My Indonesian friends made us feel welcome beyond what we could have expected, they really took the second mile with us. Just wanna acknowledge some of them: Aaron, Melani, Shane, Angel, Marchel, Melda, Yulie, Lady, Nina, Joko, VJ, Vicky and also Prakash (our Malaysian roommate). At our last night together, the Philippine delegates cooked chicken adobo as a gesture of thanks (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terima kasih&lt;/span&gt; - thank you in Bahasa) to all their assistance and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were a few adjustments staying in a foreign country. Jakarta had a mix of similarities and differences from Manila. The food is always spicy. The road lanes are switched. The driver seat is on the right. My first attempt to cross a street was a challenging one because I am used to looking at the right side of the road before crossing (it was so funny being confused). But Jakarta is so much like Manila, with its fly-overs and roads. Even our facial features look the same we are mistaken as locals until we tell them we do not understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most familiar words that had stuck into my mind were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goreng &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi &lt;/span&gt;which meant "chicken", "fried" and "rice", all of which are edible. I've also learned to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terima-kasi&lt;/span&gt; or thanks. Tagalog and Bahasa also had common words: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kambing &lt;/span&gt;(goat), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takot &lt;/span&gt;(fear), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuka &lt;/span&gt;(suka/vinegar), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pintu &lt;/span&gt;(pinto/door) and more...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35777761@N00/tags/apyac07/"&gt;My Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/9328438@N03/"&gt;Angel's camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=3964560&amp;amp;photo_type=public"&gt;Nina's camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-7189033463778225599?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7189033463778225599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7189033463778225599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7189033463778225599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7189033463778225599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-from-jakarta.html' title='Terima Kasih Jakarta!'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RoHZX9EtCJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Iqia0JYl4f4/s72-c/687117917l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4741366390847256456</id><published>2007-06-15T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:30:53.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Life in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since I last blogged. It's second week at school and it's great. I'm quite motivated by my subjects this semester, hugely because the professors are very gifted and effective. Even my 8AM class in during Thursday kept me from being late for two weeks now. Let me share a bit about my subjects this sem. My favorite subject for this sem is old testament theology. Now, I was traumatized by my first theology (new testament) class last sem that I got a grade of 75 (my first! Grr ... Primarily because I was too unmotivated with my professor in this 8AM class. The teaching style and industry of a professor is always a big factor for me in dictating how well I will excel in his class). This theology class is different. Primarily because finally I get to sit in Dr. Daniel Tappeiner's class. Dr. T is like the highest spiritual and academic authority in school (well for me). It's weird that it took two years before I enrolled in one of his class and I hear my batchmates tell me how good he was. For the last few sems he's undergoing chemotherapy because of leukemia. I'm so amazed with this guy because even at a very old age (I heard he's like 70? I'm not sure) and with regular visit to chemo which sometimes he comes to class a bit weak, he's still passionate and energetic about imparting his knowledge and experience to students like me. This morning our school introduced the new staff and Dr. T is now our spiritual director, after serving as academic dean for 6 years. And even with this kind of credential he remains as he is, without even a wisp of arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have class this evening but instead we were made to attend this counseling seminar which was surprisingly beneficial for me as a minister. After the seminar, I met Dr. T's wife Dr. Zonia Tappeiner, I call her Ma'am Zonia in the elevator and she told me how Dr. T told her about me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medyo kina-career at may pagka-"valedictorian" kasi ako sa class niya. Ako naman palakpak tenga hehe.&lt;/span&gt; I remember Ma'am Zonia pray for me and Netty when we attended our school chapel last semester. It was really very nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two subjects I have is communications and public speaking, and Hebrew book study both taught by very gifted professors. I've noticed that this sem I became more confident in speaking and interacting in class which is good. Unlike before when I was too shy speaking my mind in class (I'm still shy even now at campus I'd pass for Mr. Suplado) and not too afraid that my answer would be wrong. Just like the proverb that said a person who asks question is not ignorant for long, but one who does not ask will be ignorant forever. The class has become a space for molding and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been also busy coordinating our &lt;a href="http://s2youth.blogspot.com/"&gt;sectional youth ministries network&lt;/a&gt;. We have events coming up 2nd half of the year plus &lt;a href="http://radicalbreakout.multiply.com/"&gt;a camp on December&lt;/a&gt;. This week and last week we've made ocular visits to Tagaytay, Cavite, Antipolo and Batangas to find the elusive campsite. Finally we found one at Nasugbu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firebrandsyouth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Local youth ministries&lt;/a&gt; at Binondo and Valenzuela are doing well because of responsible and passionate youth leaders serving and ministering on both places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also leaving this Wednesday for Jakarta. I'm attending this year's &lt;a href="http://apyac07.multiply.com/"&gt;Asia Pacific Youth Alive Conference&lt;/a&gt; there so I've been quite busy arranging finance, flights and passport. I believe this will again be a major breakthrough in my personal ministry and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've become an avid listener of Good Times with Mo in Magic 89.9 when I'm driving in the morning. So funny ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is good. All the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do pray for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Jakarta trip on June 20-26.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ministry breakthrough and balance ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Financial support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please pray for my family, without them I woudn't be where I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal health and guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-4741366390847256456?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4741366390847256456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4741366390847256456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4741366390847256456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4741366390847256456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-nutshell.html' title='Life in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3708968221810344405</id><published>2007-06-04T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:32:52.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netty'/><title type='text'>Passenger Seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has been a busy but fruitful week last week. Yesterday we had a district student ministry rally in ICS. Spoke on one session about starting a campus cellgroup. I thought it went well. There was so much pressure and tension that day I was drained to the last drop. That's when again I praised God for having Netty by my side. I was so glad that she was with me ever supportive throughout the day. After finally we were able to spend time by ourselves, we dined on a simple noodle house in Makati Avenue. Driving her home I was so blessed by her presence. Even though my body was exhausted, my heart is rejoicing. Her thoughtfulness and concern for me is something a person like me doesn't really deserve. But still I thank God, ever in wonder by His loving kindness, for bringing her into my life. Life since has been more gracious—going through life's adventures with someone to share and experience it with—better than without someone to love you and to love in return. Something that not all God's creatures truly ever find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3708968221810344405?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3708968221810344405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3708968221810344405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3708968221810344405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3708968221810344405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/06/passenger-seat.html' title='Passenger Seat'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2992088114205720240</id><published>2007-05-31T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:39:47.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God-thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Asaph Remix (Psalm 73)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who dares to speak?&lt;br /&gt;Who dares to look?&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of the insignificant&lt;br /&gt;By the mouths of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds clamour when the pool is full&lt;br /&gt;Who ever stays with an empty dish?&lt;br /&gt;We are all chess pieces, perishable&lt;br /&gt;Silenced by the hand of flattery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may give ear to these words!&lt;br /&gt;As I utter tearless cry&lt;br /&gt;May Your justice prevail&lt;br /&gt;When the wicked seemed unshaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless those who came to Your servant's aid&lt;br /&gt;May they find favor in Your sight&lt;br /&gt;But those who smoke arrogance&lt;br /&gt;May You put to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whom have I in heaven by You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And besides You, I desire nothing on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My flesh and my heart may fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as for me, the nearness of God is my good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have made the Lord my refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I may tell of all Your works&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/6748140495284967138-2992088114205720240?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2992088114205720240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2992088114205720240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2992088114205720240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2992088114205720240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/asaph-remix-psalm-73.html' title='Asaph Remix (Psalm 73)'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6968951874014540062</id><published>2007-05-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:31:32.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Until It Comes Out of Your Nostrils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been wanting to blog about this. Recently I've been experiencing what I would call "ministry withdrawal symptoms". For a few weeks now, I was doing so much tasks in ministry that I feel it's so in my system I wanted to withdraw. I remember what God said about the Israelites' &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Numbers%2011:4-35;&amp;version=31;"&gt;complaint&lt;/a&gt; about His no-meat diet that He's gonna fill the Israelites with quail meat "until it comes out of [their] nostrils and [they] loathe it." It felt like that. For a while I didn't even want to talk and blog about it. There are some that I still find joy doing, while some I now consider tiresome and unnecessary. It's my fault in the first place. I placed too much on my plate and I feel I'm on my way to spiritual burn-out. But there's always Hope. Can't do without your prayers too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lead me, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's a breath of fresh air coming to school for enrollment. I'm taking again three subjects and a field education (which I've enrolled three times in the past but didn't complete). I also got last sem's class cards. I did good on two subjects (line of 9) while one morning subject that was just one point from tipping off because of too much tardiness and theology-shock. It was my first theology subject. Finally I'm taking a subject with a very beloved professor at school. He's teaching Old Testament Theology. I haven't finished enrolling, I still have to pay my fees next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6748140495284967138-6968951874014540062?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6968951874014540062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6968951874014540062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6968951874014540062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6968951874014540062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/until-it-comes-out-of-your-nostrils.html' title='Until It Comes Out of Your Nostrils'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6825851118500506211</id><published>2007-05-28T11:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:23:02.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASCM'/><title type='text'>Back to ASCM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Class season is near. Today I'll be going to ASCM after months of summer vacation (which means summer work and ministry, it's all good!) to enroll again. Lot's of changes will be happening. For one, most of my batchmates and friends have already gone, they've graduated. I'm gonna miss them. Erene will be enrolling later also. Once we were freshmen in the masters course now I feel we're the longest staying students in ASCM. I am excited about this long missed part of this season in my life, going to classes. I just pray that I could still enroll to some of the better professors in school. It's funny to think that sometimes you hate something when you're in them (like classes, teachers and papers), but miss them eventually. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regret is always in the end&lt;/span&gt;. But thank God for another opportunity to learn.&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/6748140495284967138-6825851118500506211?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6825851118500506211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6825851118500506211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6825851118500506211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6825851118500506211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-ascm.html' title='Back to ASCM'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3377718194029647721</id><published>2007-05-25T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:16:46.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week a group of around 30+ Singaporeans from young people to adults from &lt;a href="http://www.trinity.net/"&gt;Trinity Christian Center&lt;/a&gt; came to do missions outreach in Manila as part of their 3-month intensive discipleship program called Alpha Track. If I say one word to describe the Singaporeans, it's this word - DRIVEN. I got the chance to talk to some of them. Last Sunday a third of them attended our worship service and during this week we were able to join some of the seminars they have conducted. They are so passionate about evangelism and cells there's nothing stopping them ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3377718194029647721?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3377718194029647721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3377718194029647721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3377718194029647721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3377718194029647721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/driven.html' title='Driven'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3167646348949288553</id><published>2007-05-18T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:09:03.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Transformers is Coming to Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rk05xEsE2XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jCeLDue7VJg/s1600-h/000455689916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rk05xEsE2XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jCeLDue7VJg/s320/000455689916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065768671096658290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7uXvqfQvNI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7uXvqfQvNI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; to watch out for. There's lots of good movies coming out these months (Shrek 3 and Pirates).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3167646348949288553?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3167646348949288553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3167646348949288553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3167646348949288553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3167646348949288553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/transformers-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Transformers is Coming to Town!'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rk05xEsE2XI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jCeLDue7VJg/s72-c/000455689916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1006359575049236036</id><published>2007-05-17T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:39:55.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Confrontation with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Long ago, the patriarch Jacob had encamped, and during the night, someone had entered his tent and &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=gen%2032:22-32;&amp;version=31;"&gt;wrestled with him&lt;/a&gt; until daybreak. Jacob accepted the combat, even knowing that his adversary was the Lord. At morning, he had still not been defeated; and the combat ceased only when God agreed to bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story had been transmitted from generation to generation so that no one would ever forget: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes it was necessary to struggle with God. &lt;/span&gt;Every human being at some time had tragedy enter his life; it might be the destruction of a city, the death of a son, an unproved accusation, a sickness that left one lame forever. At that moment, God challenged one to confront Him and to answer His question: "Why dost thou cling fast to an existence so short and so filled with suffering? What is the meaning of thy struggle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who did not know how to answer this question would resign himself, while another, one who sought a meaning to existence, feeling that God had been unjust, would challenge his own destiny. It was at this moment that fire of a different type descended from the heavens - not the fire that kills but the kind that tears down ancient walls and imparts to each human being his true possibilities. Cowards never allow their hearts to blaze with this fire; all they desire is for the changed situation to quickly return to what it was before, so they can go on living their lives and thinking in their customary way. The brave, however, set afire that which was old and, even at the cost of great internal suffering abandon everything, including God, and continue onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The brave are always stubborn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From heaven, God smiles contentedly, for it was this that He desired, that each person take in his hands the responsibility for his own life. For, in the final analysis, He had given His children the greatest of all gifts: the capacity to choose and determine their acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those men and women with the sacred flame in their hearts had the courage to confront Him. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they alone knew the path back to His love&lt;/span&gt;, for they understood that tragedy was not punishment but challenge.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;~ Paulo Coelho, &lt;a href="http://melancholeric.blogspot.com/2007/05/coelhos-take-on-elijah.html"&gt;"The Fifth Mountain."&lt;/a&gt; pp 203-204.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-1006359575049236036?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1006359575049236036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1006359575049236036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1006359575049236036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1006359575049236036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/confrontation-with-god.html' title='Confrontation with God'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2518729044608323690</id><published>2007-05-17T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:39:26.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VFGFC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Can't Ignore His Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was a very fruitful day. Tiring but very blessed. We had our first discipleship training after our community outreach last week. Coming from Malinta, I arrived quite early at VFGFC. It was 3PM. I thought I could have some rest and preparation before the time comes. I texted friends I made from last week. They are also undergoing discipleship training. I am zooming in on two specific youths, Danny and Arcy. And they joined me as I pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early last week during our community promotion, we came to their house armed with flyers of the event. Their friends/family were quite a unique bunch. A cool mom, her children, and their friends, some were gays and lesbians. Reveling over cigarettes at other times beer and gambling. I tried to be as "Christian" as possible. But soon I was losing my patience because some were trying joke me around. Zarah Grace was patient partner. Leaving their compound I aired my frustration with my partner. Later I thought and was amazed at how would Jesus handle it as he befriended "tax collectors and sinners." WWJD? But throughout the 5 day outreach, Danny's mom and their children participated in the events, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang mintis&lt;/span&gt;. They were drawn by the joyful atmosphere and impartiality in church that by the end of our outreach they received Jesus and signed up for weekly discipleship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, we decided to start our discipleship which was supposed to be in the evening. Even if it was just the first lesson and preliminaries there was such joy in our fellowship. They were opening up experiences they said they've never told anyone yet. They were eager to read the Bible and learn it. Even though I know they're still into cigarettes and drinking, I'm just overwhelmed that God is doing something in their lives; and I believe and pray that one day they will give it up for following Jesus. By evening they've gathered by the church foyer, with some friends from their group (they made this group which they say is composed of around 40 youths), and I was able to counsel one who just broke up with her girlfriend (they were 7 years old apart and the girl is 13 years old!) Danny and Arcy shared to me that since our outreach events, Arcy had already a difficult time cursing (saying bad words) and their friends were noticing it teasing her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makaDiyos&lt;/span&gt;; and they were trying to tell their friends to come to church because there's something happy and light about the place. Truly when God's presence dwells, there's just something different one can't help but not ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for our work in Valenzuela. Our goal to raise up youth leaders who will join us in reaching the whole community for Christ. Also pray for our students, Danny and Arcy and the other youths who are undergoing training. To God be the glory!&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/6748140495284967138-2518729044608323690?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2518729044608323690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2518729044608323690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2518729044608323690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2518729044608323690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-ignore-his-presence.html' title='Can&apos;t Ignore His Presence'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4855029569477923023</id><published>2007-05-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:53:53.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise reports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RkhoOBt6jsI/AAAAAAAAATs/69ohDnUfYz4/s1600-h/497511162_811098edfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RkhoOBt6jsI/AAAAAAAAATs/69ohDnUfYz4/s320/497511162_811098edfc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064412371166596802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote from my brother's words: &lt;a href="http://therightbrainoflawrence.blogspot.com/2007/05/mission-week-accomplished.html"&gt;"Mission ... accomplished!"&lt;/a&gt; Praise God for a very successful mission camp in our new church VFGFC in Valenzuela City! Here are some highlights and praise reports from our mission camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were a total of 15 volunteers who signed-up for our 5-day community outreach. First two nights were devoted for their empowerment and during those nights all of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and for some of them it was their first time. I've seen them grow and open up. Skills and talents came out. I believe they went out of this experience a better and more mature person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We conducted 4-day DVBS and graduation, 3-day youth fellowship, house-to-house, God-man film showing and evangelistic concert. It was nice to see the community respond to the gospel and by the end it was mission accomplished as we connect them to the church. Last Sunday as I preached on Mother's Day there were lots of new faces from our 5-day outreach. Praying that the seeds that we have planted in their hearts will grow and mature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise God for His mighty move among the volunteers, the events and the community. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to mention the hard-working people of the local church helping us in anyway especially in food and water. Bless their hearts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise God for his protection upon the volunteers. In our busy schedules and incomplete sleeping hours He upheld our health and energy as the days progressed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pictures are &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/tags/missioncamp2007/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782121691759&amp;amp;site=widget-6f.slide.com" style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-4855029569477923023?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4855029569477923023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4855029569477923023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4855029569477923023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4855029569477923023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RkhoOBt6jsI/AAAAAAAAATs/69ohDnUfYz4/s72-c/497511162_811098edfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5077473861694467623</id><published>2007-05-06T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T06:07:22.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Off to Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RhkItuDI8pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_CpJriXdPSk/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RhkItuDI8pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_CpJriXdPSk/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051078038621057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for our youth mission outreach from May 6-12. Please include us in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray that many children, youth and families will be able to hear and accept the gospel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray that our youth volunteers will have the time of their lives and grow a burden for the lost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for safety and protection as we travel and stay in the site.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for me: Physical, emotional and spiritual strength as I lead the team; to be sensitive to the work of the Holy Spirit and be alert for the attacks the enemy; to be able to proclaim the gospel boldly and clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5077473861694467623?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5077473861694467623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5077473861694467623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5077473861694467623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5077473861694467623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/off-to-mission.html' title='Off to Mission'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RhkItuDI8pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_CpJriXdPSk/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6798494119528758196</id><published>2007-05-05T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:28:48.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>5 Reasons Why Spider-man 3 Didn't Meet My Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was a little disappointed with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0413300/"&gt;Spider-man 3&lt;/a&gt;. I felt it was too ambitious that it didn't quite hit the bull's eye. It just didn't work. It's like they knew they nailed it on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0316654/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; (best of the three) that they super-sized everything on the third installment (sometimes I do that). It's like a soap opera that has a scheduled expiration but because it was so good the producers just has to extend the plot, put on some new twists and characters in the plot to keep us watching. Here are 5 reasons why Spider-man 3 didn't meet my expectations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much villains it's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much CG effects that are quite obvious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor character development because there were lots of new characters (Venom, Sandman, Gwen Stacy) and some unnecessary characters placed in the plot (Aunt May, landlord and her daughter, the captain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too much melodrama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad bad script. I wonder who wrote this sequel's script. Some scenes are dragging, others too theatrical, and still others just flat out cheesy (especially the bad Peter Parker dance sequels)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-6798494119528758196?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6798494119528758196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6798494119528758196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6798494119528758196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6798494119528758196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-reasons-why-spider-man-3-didnt-meet_05.html' title='5 Reasons Why Spider-man 3 Didn&apos;t Meet My Expectations'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5504124097750840054</id><published>2007-05-04T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:42:08.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God-thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camps'/><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqOETz_q8Cw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqOETz_q8Cw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows me teaching SHAPE in a camp yesterday in Taytay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stepped on teaching (back in 2004), I got an evaluation remark that reads something like this, "He's good to look at, just don't listen to what he's saying." That was really a hard blow on my confidence, especially coming from a fellow servant. I even poured out my wounded soul in &lt;a href="http://bohemianmoon.blogspot.com/2004/09/dark-as-heavens-tonight-is-my-spirit.html"&gt;a poem&lt;/a&gt;. I've realized that these things, ridicule and criticisms are blocks in the road you have to take. Take a stop, learn and repair but in time move on towards your destination. By not giving up you tell God and yourself you really want  that and the more you are driven to reach it ... whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven has been forcefully advancing, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forceful men&lt;/span&gt; lay hold of it." ~ Matthew 11:12&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/6748140495284967138-5504124097750840054?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5504124097750840054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5504124097750840054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5504124097750840054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5504124097750840054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6351047521851347117</id><published>2007-05-01T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:32:44.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjclRxt6jmI/AAAAAAAAASU/IeSjMB3u3Q4/s1600-h/SP_A1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjclRxt6jmI/AAAAAAAAASU/IeSjMB3u3Q4/s320/SP_A1314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059553693707964002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-6351047521851347117?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6351047521851347117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6351047521851347117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6351047521851347117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6351047521851347117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjclRxt6jmI/AAAAAAAAASU/IeSjMB3u3Q4/s72-c/SP_A1314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4448295837748336385</id><published>2007-05-01T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:40:17.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Coelho's Take on Elijah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjcJvRt6jkI/AAAAAAAAASE/zle1VPHGg48/s1600-h/6a00c2251d61b0604a00c22525f0978e1d-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjcJvRt6jkI/AAAAAAAAASE/zle1VPHGg48/s320/6a00c2251d61b0604a00c22525f0978e1d-500pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059523414188527170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this yesterday at Viramall. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fifth-Mountain-Paulo-Coelho/dp/0722536542/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3606762-0395265?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1178012324&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Fifth Mountain&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.paulocoelho.com/"&gt;Coelho's&lt;/a&gt; take on the story of the Bible's Elijah and his struggle with his calling, God and his arch-nemesis Queen Jezebel. Reading it's few pages I was able to relate to Coelho's Elijah, his initial struggle with his calling and purpose in life. I believe this will be a good read.&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/6748140495284967138-4448295837748336385?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4448295837748336385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4448295837748336385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4448295837748336385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4448295837748336385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/coelhos-take-on-elijah.html' title='Coelho&apos;s Take on Elijah'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjcJvRt6jkI/AAAAAAAAASE/zle1VPHGg48/s72-c/6a00c2251d61b0604a00c22525f0978e1d-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3472081950856613364</id><published>2007-05-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:13:33.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimonies'/><title type='text'>"I Was About to Take My Life Until I Met You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rjcj7xt6jlI/AAAAAAAAASM/-AZTltPxiQ8/s1600-h/SP_A1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rjcj7xt6jlI/AAAAAAAAASM/-AZTltPxiQ8/s320/SP_A1322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059552216239214162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Netty and I visited the University Belt church planting team in their home base in Paco and we heard this testimony from one of the volunteers. Today, a Mapuan student in Intramuros was about to take her life that same night if someone hadn't shared to her the gospel. In tears she tells her contact worker that for two weeks she's been praying that someone would talk to her. Plagued by family crises, she decided tonight is the night that she would buy a sodium-based poison and that she'll drink it when she gets home and never wake up again. She was approached by one of the volunteers in the field who's roughly same age as her, she heard the gospel, gave her life to Christ with a new sense of hope and tomorrow, she's getting water baptized! Words cannot describe my amazement and overwhelming awe of God's move in that student's life. Hallelujah!&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/6748140495284967138-3472081950856613364?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3472081950856613364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3472081950856613364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3472081950856613364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3472081950856613364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-about-to-take-my-life-until-i-met.html' title='&quot;I Was About to Take My Life Until I Met You&quot;'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rjcj7xt6jlI/AAAAAAAAASM/-AZTltPxiQ8/s72-c/SP_A1322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-594954580919334699</id><published>2007-05-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:53:06.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Mr. Taxi Driver's Guide to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday afternoon. I, Bambi and Zarah Grace set out on half-day church visitation and promotion for our upcoming District Concert. After our visit to Manila Faith Assembly of God in Tondo, we set our eyes on Grace Christian Assembly of God in Sampaloc, Manila. And we hailed a cab to take us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to our next destination, we meet a long parade of election campaign of a candidate for counselor whose surname is "Tan." He stands on a top window of a car waving to the people, preceded by a long line of more or less 30 tricycles donned with campaign paraphernalia. Then our driver beside me remarked something like this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"300 pesos daw ang ibinayad diyan sa mga tricycle drivers na yan, biruin mo nga naman ang nagagawa ng pera."&lt;/span&gt; Then he followed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dapat hindi binoboto ang mga ganyan..."&lt;/span&gt; With an amused chuckle I asked why. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kasi tignan mo, 'Tan' ang apelido!"&lt;/span&gt; Then something like a big red siren popped on my head. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alam niyo po, 'Tan' din ho ang apelido ko, bakit naman ho hindi dapat iboto kapag 'Tan'?"&lt;/span&gt; I thought unraveling this fact would somehow embarrass him but he kept on going. He was angry with foreigners, 'Intsik' and Americans alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the term 'Intsik' is a derogatory word for the Filipino-Chinese, similar to the term 'Indio,' and a person who knows someone who is Chinese should know that. Sometimes I let it pass for benefit of the doubt and friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was angry because somehow he believed that ALL foreigners are out to get all the power and money of Filipinos. He was angry at the rich because he thinks ALL of them got their wealth from evil gain. He was angry at the government, he was pro-Marcos, in good terms with Estrada, but very disappointed with Gloria because of her lack of concern with the price-hike of consumer products. As I reason with him, I told him that not all Chinese are like that. Not all rich people are like that. In fact, if a person works hard and keeps an honest hand, I believe he will prosper and his work will not be in vain. On both sides of the economic spectrum dwell both good and evil. Good bosses and good employees. But also from the rich dwell those who are corrupt and seek to take advantage of the poor. From the poor rise drug users, snatchers and prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wala ka na bang pag-asa sa bansa natin?" "Ay wala na po. Dati may business ako, bumagsak. Nagsisipag ako pero wala namang nangyari. Wala ring nangyayari."&lt;/span&gt; With those remarks, I was stunned with the bitter reality we're in. We arrive at our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that there are millions of people like Mr. Taxi Driver who because of poverty somehow lost the sense of openness, goodwill and hope. They have become narrow-minded, paranoid and bitter with their state of life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Utak-squatter &lt;/span&gt;(the Proverb's &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=24&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;verse=22&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;"simple ones"&lt;/a&gt;). A proverb once said that the last one to die is hope. And what's there to life if there is no more hope? After that episode I accepted the fact that somehow we cannot blame this person for reacting to life this way. Who's fault is it? Why? Questions answered perhaps when we finally meet Him. But I believe that if we just stop blaming other people for our misery and start taking responsibility and make right decisions in our own lives, the realization of who God is and who we are in His eyes, that would be the beginning of true transformation.&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/6748140495284967138-594954580919334699?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/594954580919334699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=594954580919334699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/594954580919334699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/594954580919334699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/05/mr-taxi-drivers-guide-to-life.html' title='Mr. Taxi Driver&apos;s Guide to Life'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8449729560006338792</id><published>2007-04-29T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:01:41.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God-thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a very trying day today. I had a strenuous meeting this afternoon. And this morning the neighbor's daughter is celebrating their wedding and they've decided to turn our street into a mini-street party. So as we went home, dad calls telling me the car can't pass through and I have to find another parking place. The search for a parking place in this very cramp community proved to be very stressful. I suffered a headache and intense perspiration trying to find one. It's five minutes walk from to our place, where the wedding party continues as drunk men sang on the karaoke. I was fuming hot. Even on the third floor we can hear their drunk revelry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti kung ang gaganda ng mga boses, &lt;/span&gt;I thought. I tried listening to music: gospel songs and nature sounds, to no avail. Until suddenly a familiar voice, hurting and tired. And through listening and ministering to that beautiful soul He came to purge my fuming coals of anger into a heart of compassion and self-denial. A reinforced commitment: Lift others and be lifted yourself. "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;chapter=6&amp;amp;verse=38&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Give&lt;/a&gt;, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." I'm taking a hot shower.&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/6748140495284967138-8449729560006338792?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8449729560006338792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8449729560006338792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8449729560006338792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8449729560006338792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-very-trying-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4073590325143148891</id><published>2007-04-28T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:04:36.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Carmen's Eulogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"The essence of [God's] forgiveness lies in His word and in His mystery.  Because although God sends us the message, it is our task to decipher it.  Because when we open our arms, the earth takes in only a hollow and senseless shell.  Far away now is the soul in its eternal glory.  Because it is in pain that we find the meaning of life and the state of grace that we lose when we are born.  Because God in His infinite wisdom puts the solution in our hands.  And because it is only the absence of His physical presence that the place He occupies in our souls is reaffirmed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Pan's Labyrinth&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/6748140495284967138-4073590325143148891?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4073590325143148891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4073590325143148891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4073590325143148891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4073590325143148891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/carmens-eulogy.html' title='Carmen&apos;s Eulogy'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1635876817326663189</id><published>2007-04-26T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:25:31.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages'/><title type='text'>5 Non-Negotiable Attitudes in Fulfilling God's Will for Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Scripture Text: Jeremiah 1:7-8 (5-10, 17-19)&lt;br /&gt;“… Do not say ‘I am youth,’ because everywhere I send you, you shall go, and all that I command you, you shall speak. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you, declares the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 non-negotiable attitudes in fulfilling God’s purpose for your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERSPECTIVE &lt;/span&gt;– See how God sees you (v. 5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEPENDENCE &lt;/span&gt;– Accept your limitation apart from God (v. 6)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBEDIENCE &lt;/span&gt;– Just do it (v. 7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COURAGE &lt;/span&gt;– Never let your fear outweigh His call (v. 8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILLINGNESS &lt;/span&gt;– Be willing and available (v. 9)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-1635876817326663189?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1635876817326663189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1635876817326663189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1635876817326663189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1635876817326663189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-non-negotiable-attitudes-in.html' title='5 Non-Negotiable Attitudes in Fulfilling God&apos;s Will for Your Life'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6517695899052394170</id><published>2007-04-26T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:39:23.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camps'/><title type='text'>Camp Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjAUXxt6jjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xYLwZM15bBA/s1600-h/SP_A1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjAUXxt6jjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xYLwZM15bBA/s320/SP_A1303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057564780252532274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjANmxt6jiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9HTWJqhSTsc/s1600-h/SP_A1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjANmxt6jiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9HTWJqhSTsc/s320/SP_A1302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057557341369175586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Zambales last night. I went to speak in a youth camp (Zambales Section of Central Luzon AG) as a representative of Chi Alpha National Youth Ministries Network. Some highlights of my trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was an unexpectedly long travel from Manila to site and back. Left Caloocan at 3PM and came to Candelaria, Zambales at 9PM. Left Candelaria at 3PM, came to Olongapo at 7PM, had a quick dinner, took the wrong bus so I went down to San Fernando at 9PM, then came to Caloocan at 11PM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoke on Tuesday evening service about Accepting God's Will for Your Life and a lecture on Student Mobilization (Chi Alpha) the next morning. Young people, most of them students, are up for revival and had been on fire since day one. Some of them were baptized in the Holy Spirit as we prayed for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to meet Ptr. Jesse Dedel, national director of Master's Commission Philippines. He'll be speaking on Thursday and Friday night. He brought his three children with him. Learned a lot about Master's Commission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a nice beach front resort, with an island a few kilometers off shore. It was really nice. Watched the Tuesday sunset with Ptr. Rick sharing testimonies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent time in the bus talking and worshiping God alone after a few days of being in the crowds. Felt His wonderful presence and thanking Him for these opportunities to serve Him this way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will take you places farther than this..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some pictures from the camp last week in Malvar, Batangas with my friend and co-speaker Emmanuel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjAH1Rt6jfI/AAAAAAAAARc/3x1XZEID4mU/s1600-h/IM001267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjAH1Rt6jfI/AAAAAAAAARc/3x1XZEID4mU/s320/IM001267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057550993407512050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjALiBt6jhI/AAAAAAAAARs/vL_08cGiVs0/s1600-h/IM001266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjALiBt6jhI/AAAAAAAAARs/vL_08cGiVs0/s320/IM001266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057555060741541394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm off to Taytay, Rizal for another youth camp. Good days.&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/6748140495284967138-6517695899052394170?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6517695899052394170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6517695899052394170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6517695899052394170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6517695899052394170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/camp-month.html' title='Camp Month'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RjAUXxt6jjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xYLwZM15bBA/s72-c/SP_A1303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2321354306858599801</id><published>2007-04-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:25:18.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Faith Healer</title><content type='html'>Love this commercial. So funny. You have to see the first before you appreciate the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMg5QUUWcCU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMg5QUUWcCU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zS3T-XVRSag"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zS3T-XVRSag" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2321354306858599801?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2321354306858599801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2321354306858599801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2321354306858599801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2321354306858599801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/faith-healer.html' title='Faith Healer'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1817523493245968704</id><published>2007-04-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:10:23.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>Man on A Billboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was traffic in EDSA on my way to Quezon City. Suddenly there were lots of people crowding in the center isle. Media vans of ABS-CBN and GMA had their satellites up. On a huge billboard near SM City, a man clings and stirs up attention from pedestrians and motorists alike. A firetruck extends its ladder to reach the man. And as traffic moves slowly, I left the site without any knowledge what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unimpressed with people who try to do something and then change their minds. They put up great feats just to get attention. If you're going to jump, then jump. They say those who just wait for a crowd doesn't really want to kill themselves because if they did they'd just jump whenever. I ask, "Why? Why go to such ordeal (climb a billboard) just to get attention? Is your problem greater than AIDS or what just happened at Virginia Tech? If not then stop over-reacting. There's always hope.&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/6748140495284967138-1817523493245968704?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1817523493245968704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1817523493245968704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1817523493245968704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1817523493245968704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-on-billboard.html' title='Man on A Billboard'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1386514627904321723</id><published>2007-04-20T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:02:43.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I instantly fell asleep after I got home. Yesterday, I was out all day visiting the student outreach with Ptr. Sur and had our discipleship group in the evening. On the way to Emilio Aguinaldo College (that's where I'm picking them up) the traffic was so heavy and the weather was so hot that I was like imprisoned on a metal chamber. I shouted a few times in "agony." After picking them up (Taft Strip is one of three sites they're trying to reach), we went to Intramuros Strip and meet another group. I did some interviewing and video footages for documentation. We had lunch at McDonalds Recto, and went to the Student Center in Recto. Went to FEU to do some more footages. And then took Ptr. Sur and some guests back to Paco church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to Robinsons' Place and walked around. I wasn't sure if the church is still open. But after I got the confirmation I went to church by 5:30PM. And discipleship group afterwards. Got home by past 9.&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/6748140495284967138-1386514627904321723?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1386514627904321723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1386514627904321723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1386514627904321723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1386514627904321723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-instantly-fell-asleep-after-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2725473360292114008</id><published>2007-04-19T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:09:01.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Life in A Nugget</title><content type='html'>I will go to the Church-Planting outreach down in University Belt after this so I'll just do some speed blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Been following the &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2007/virginiatech.shootings/"&gt;Virginia Tech massacre&lt;/a&gt;. Very sad at the lost of students and faculty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoke at a youth camp in Malvar, Batangas last Tuesday. Met kuya Kiko there (we met last District Consultation in Pila). We didn't know we will be speaking at the same camp. Did one inspiration and lecture on worship. Prayed with students to receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had almost 24 hours no sleep before youth camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did our first youth bible study last night at Valenzuela church. Glad to lead young people to accept Jesus as Lord and Savior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next week I'm going to Olongapo to speak in youth camp as representative of Chi Alpha Campus Ministry. Please pray that God's will be sent across the students as I connect with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I say that it's official - the road in Alabang, Muntinlupa below Skyway is the WORST place to be stuck on. It kills your 5 senses. I was on the open bus back to Manila from Malvar. It was hot and the smoke of buses are unbearable, then add the horns and just the chaotic sight. Arrggh. I just closed my eyes, pop on my iPod, covered my already allergic nose and just bore the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2725473360292114008?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2725473360292114008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2725473360292114008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2725473360292114008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2725473360292114008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-in-nugget.html' title='Life in A Nugget'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6683676524357008740</id><published>2007-04-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:25:53.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><title type='text'>Prayer of Francis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the wake of the recent Virginia Tech shootings, let us pray that His comfort will meet grieving families and that through this many would come to know Jesus. Let us be reminded one of Bible's many promises: "[They] intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives" (Genesis 50:19); "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,  who  have been called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;&lt;br /&gt;where there is hatred, let me sow love;&lt;br /&gt;where there is injury, pardon;&lt;br /&gt;where there is doubt, faith;&lt;br /&gt;where there is despair, hope;&lt;br /&gt;where there is darkness, light;&lt;br /&gt;and where there is sadness, joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Divine Master,&lt;br /&gt;grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;&lt;br /&gt;to be understood, as to understand;&lt;br /&gt;to be loved, as to love;&lt;br /&gt;for it is in giving that we receive,&lt;br /&gt;it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,&lt;br /&gt;and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-6683676524357008740?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6683676524357008740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6683676524357008740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6683676524357008740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6683676524357008740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/prayer-of-francis.html' title='Prayer of Francis'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5524932851956090335</id><published>2007-04-16T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:44:46.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was my first time to preach in our Valenzuela church. It was great. Happy that I was able to preach in straight Tagalog which I've been painstakingly construct days before, a few tongue twisters with some Filipino words. But it was all great. Seeing people come to the Lord in this new church is worth all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to visit our uncle in Tondo who just came from Taiwan. They're having their first granddaughter christened next week. We had lunch there and watch Manny Pacquiao win yet again. Secretly I've been wishing that he would lose because I feel his popularity is getting into his head, especially when he started running for congress. But yet he won again, for the Filipino. So I'm happy with that. Solis clearly is no match for Pacquiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the win, we bade our goodbyes and went to downtown. My brother went to Binondo, my parents in SM San Lazaro and I took the train to Gateway Cubao to meet a faculty in &lt;a href="http://apts.edu"&gt;APTS&lt;/a&gt;. He's interested in hiring me as their web designer in exchange for scholarship in APTS. That's quite an offer. I've been dreaming of studying there I told him, but my current commitments just cannot accommodate a full-time commitment in Baguio. He suggested an arrangement of 3 days up in Baguio and the week-end for my ministry in Manila. It's a tempting offer. I just have to pay for the 25% of my school fee by working for them as the media man. I've been praying before going there that He may lead me where He's leading me. And I am impressed even before that it isn't the right time yet to go up there. I DON'T WANT TO MISS GOD'S MOVE AMONG THE YOUTH HERE IN MANILA. In this high-time where there's so much movement and advancing of forces among the youth in the past few months. I don't want to miss the battles that need to be fought and see His glory manifested when students and young people turn back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, direct my steps. Forgive me when I look back sometimes. Help me to trust in You more ... daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I feel like dancing, it's foolishness I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But when the world has seen the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They will dance with joy like we're dancing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5524932851956090335?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5524932851956090335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5524932851956090335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5524932851956090335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5524932851956090335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-my-first-time-to-preach.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7925631118676353777</id><published>2007-04-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:09:39.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Jesus is Coming on October 21, 2100!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rh5Ytt5VGSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xG664R5qGUc/s1600-h/SP_A1157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rh5Ytt5VGSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xG664R5qGUc/s320/SP_A1157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052573374393686306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this book a few months ago in Powerbooks Greenbelt. What sucks about this is this is placed in the Religion section along with Buddha, Allah and Jesus. So better watch out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-7925631118676353777?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7925631118676353777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7925631118676353777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7925631118676353777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7925631118676353777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/jesus-is-coming-on-october-21-2100.html' title='Jesus is Coming on October 21, 2100!!!'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rh5Ytt5VGSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xG664R5qGUc/s72-c/SP_A1157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5472616328606268492</id><published>2007-04-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:18:07.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I went to Bethel Bible College to visit my friends at the Church-planting Laboratory. Church-planting Lab is like an annual summer event across the nation where &lt;a href="http://pgcag.com/"&gt;AG&lt;/a&gt; churches collaborate to plant a church in a certain place where there's none. My friends are part of a church planting of two student churches in University Belt and Los Banos. Glad to see friends from Iloilo, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/7469688"&gt;Rianne&lt;/a&gt; and Melchi. We also had a meeting for an upcoming fund-raising concert in May. Enjoyed planning and fellowship over Ate Chai's tiramisu and super supreme and peperoni pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 5 with Kuya Alvin. Enjoyed a time of bonding as we lost our way on our search for the alternate route to Manila via NLEx. I met Kuya Alvin or Kuya A. for short during AIYS and got to know him better when we shared rooms in Immanuel Bible College during our National Youth Convergence in Cebu City back in May 2006. A small guy with a big passion for youth. He is now a pastor of a church in Rodriguez, Rizal and a husband to Ate Angie, also a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to BBC tomorrow with Netty and take some more footage. These are good times.&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/6748140495284967138-5472616328606268492?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5472616328606268492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5472616328606268492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5472616328606268492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5472616328606268492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-went-to-bethel-bible-college-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8141955603002536805</id><published>2007-04-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:32:41.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netty'/><title type='text'>Beautiful ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rh5Qhd5VGRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qWZH8M5o19s/s1600-h/netty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rh5Qhd5VGRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qWZH8M5o19s/s320/netty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052564367847266578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8141955603002536805?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8141955603002536805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8141955603002536805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8141955603002536805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8141955603002536805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful ...'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rh5Qhd5VGRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/qWZH8M5o19s/s72-c/netty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8623246667642608940</id><published>2007-04-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:32:57.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just came home a few minutes ago from our visit to our church in Valenzuela. We just inaugurated our new church in Valenzuela last week. Quite tired. My family went there to train the workers there in praise and worship and programming for the service on Sunday. I'm preaching there this Sunday. This is quite a stretch for me since I'm already preaching twice or thrice a month in Binondo and Valenzuela. Please include me in your prayers. It's all good. It's a new and exciting adventure.&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/6748140495284967138-8623246667642608940?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8623246667642608940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8623246667642608940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8623246667642608940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8623246667642608940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-came-home-few-minutes-ago-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5465225791396359289</id><published>2007-04-07T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:09:06.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testimonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'>Holy Monday on SLEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holy Monday. I was on my way to Laguna for an overnight youth leaders meeting of our district. We were 7 in the car, with me are 6 of our youth staff. It was a fine day, no rain; traffic in SLEx is light. It was my second time to traverse the highway with much confidence and prayer. 8 kilometers to Calamba exit, Suddenly we heard a huge explosion. It was an old black delivery fierra just front-right of us, it was the rear right tire that exploded. As it tried to turn to the shoulder side of the highway he went out of control. Right before our eyes, he spun out of control and turned over many times crushing its passengers in the front end. Speeding at 100kph, the massive metal was heading straight toward us! On my mind I said that that was it, we are going to die. A few inches toward impact I swerved a little (we were on the left-most lane) and missed the wreck which by that time already stopped. Swerving more than that we would've ran over the central gutter and suffered similar fate. As we drove away the cars behind us began to stop in aid of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove off, we were left with total shock. It was like being in a Steven Spielberg episode. We were witnesses to a tragedy as it unfolded. My hands and feet were cold and stiff. And because of immense fear my chest began to stiff up as if having a heart attack. The thought of the fate of those two unfortunate passengers was frightening. Arriving at the toll gate, I told the personnel about what happened so the authorities would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was out of question that God has protected us from the accident. I reflected about what if the wreck did hit us and killed us. I felt a sense of grief of not having spent time with the people I love. It was not about the physical and the material, but in face with death, there are more eternal things that matter - my relationship with God. It is during these "brushes with death" that we are awaken to re-evaluate our direction in life. Living today like it was the last. Doing the things we really wanted to do. Pursuing our personal legend. During our meeting we recounted our experience and testified of His saving protection. The Psalm 139 verse about God's hand enclosing me from behind and before with has become more alive to me. I live today given another chance, another opportunity, just like before, to give Him glory. God has proven it again and again. He lives and is on the move. Indeed He is the God of Second Chances.&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/6748140495284967138-5465225791396359289?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5465225791396359289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5465225791396359289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5465225791396359289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5465225791396359289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-monday-on-slex.html' title='Holy Monday on SLEX'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4013184437047606685</id><published>2007-03-31T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:05:01.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God-thoughts'/><title type='text'>Of DotA, Beads and Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Thursday during our discipleship group we came across the topic of DotA, I didn't know how our discussion drifted to it (our topic was "Controlling the Tongue"). But it garnered a lot of talk-time and different views about the game. From what I see it's the one of the more popular PC games among the youth. And there are boys in our youth group that do play the game, some play moderately while others are "addicted" to it. It's been a popular discussion amongst our youth leadership, some saying good, others not good. I've also discussed it with other youth leaders and they also have varying views. Here's what I think about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, before we start judging the game (and other computer games), it's good to have all the facts in. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dota"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; has a good information about it. Also check the entry about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warcraft_III:_Reign_of_Chaos"&gt;Warcraft III&lt;/a&gt;. And by the way, I don't play. I'm stuck with Family Computer and never caught up as early as Sega and rollerblades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why some Christians have problem with DotA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's prone to be addictive, the cause of becoming a bulakbol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;Christian reason: The game and its characters looked like it rose from the bowels of hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why some Christians doesn't have any problem with DotA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It stimulates the brain through strategical thinking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;Christian reason: An avenue for fellowship and bonding among the brethren.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non-living things are neutral.&lt;/span&gt; If asked, would you say a knife is good or evil? A knife is neither good nor evil, it's just an object. A knife can chop those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamang-loob&lt;/span&gt; for a delectable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sisig &lt;/span&gt;and it can also be used to stab some person. Put man into the picture, the object becomes an instrument for good or for evil. Therefore, it's not the knife that's good or evil, but it's man who uses it for good or for evil. Same is true with money, knowledge and computers. It's the person who makes it bad or good. Could the game alone be neither good nor bad, or is it the user's motive that makes it good/bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Associations.&lt;/span&gt; Humans survive by association, we know that red means "stop" and green means "go." We know that it's not good to touch fire because some time before we have learned that it's not really okay to touch the flame of a burning candle. Failing to learn from the past is dangerous. But one must not dwell in it. It is by association that Christians limit their territories, instead of enlarging them. Some decades before noncompliance with the King James Version and the hymnal was as good as losing your salvation. Common-speak and repetitive upbeat choruses are for pagans and drunkards. The same has become the struggle of the electric guitar, the synthesizers, dancing, computers and the Internet to get past church doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, I had a UP-grad classmate who thought forbidding card games within school grounds was discriminatory. Just because cards were associated with gambling, some observant people readily shoot those who play even when there's no money involved. That's how our association skills get the best of us; that even I and some of my classmates are not so sold out about his view because playing cards in a seminary looks "un-Christian." We have a billiard table in school that went through the same beating a few decades before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock music is another unsettled debate among Christian circles. We associate rock music with the unkempt, drug addicts and the rebellious; even as Hillsong and United among other contemporaries have become mainstream among the emerging church. We once had a discussion in our Worship and Music subject at school. How does music influence a person? Lyrics do, that's what makes Christian music Christian. But remove the lyrics and be left with music alone, could it still influence a person? Some say yes, some say no. I think it does. Just as a movie score can aid the person to react in a certain way, so does music. Another question was, "Can an artist influence the listener through his music?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myChristianity syndrome&lt;/span&gt;. Back during the 90s, and this is a true story, wearing beads was forbidden by our older folks at church. Back then beads started to become a really huge hit and I started wearing one. The pastor's wife warned me about the evil associations of beads; that perhaps it came from some tribe which involved some rituals. But being a rebellious, zitty youth that I was, I still wore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, beads are as common as any fashion accessory. Sometimes the older we get the more we try resist CHANGE. First, let's set it straight, not all change is good, but not all change is bad either. But one thing is for sure, change is unstoppable. Often we fall into the mistake of setting up our little rules that we don't notice we are fleeting away from the real Christianity. We set up our rules for our own safety, and force others to do the same. I remember a radio sermon by Ptr. Jurem Ramos on DZAS. He said that when we force our own rules, which neither contradict nor accentuate Biblical commands, to other people, we are in danger of falling into legalism, which Paul fiercely condemned among the Galatian church. The thing with issues like these, fall into the grey areas because the Bible doesn't directly address it. But it doesn't mean that when the object doesn't appear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letra por letra&lt;/span&gt; we can do it, because God's Word is always relevant. We should measure everything by the standard of Biblical principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are ready to just turn my blog off your browser and make your life less complicated. But let me share what God's Word says about DotA, rock music and beads. Paul had a similar problem. In one of his correspondence, someone asked him if it was ok to eat food that were sacrificed to idols, here's what he has to say about these grey areas or "disputable matters." I learned this from my music teacher. I've paraphrased the passage with "rock music" on brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. One man's faith allows him to [play rock], but another man, whose faith is weak, [only sings hymnals]. The man who [plays rock] everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not [play rock music] must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who [plays rock], [plays] to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who [does not play rock], does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living. You, then, why do you judge your brother? Or why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before God's judgment seat. It is written:&lt;br /&gt;" 'As surely as I live,' says the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;'every knee will bow before me;&lt;br /&gt;every tongue will confess to God.' "So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother's way. As one who is in the Lord Jesus, I am fully convinced that no [music] is unclean in itself. But if anyone regards something as unclean, then for him it is unclean. If your brother is distressed because of what [play], you are no longer acting in love. Do not by your [music] destroy your brother for whom Christ died. Do not allow what you consider good to be spoken of as evil. For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking [or playing], but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit, because anyone who serves Christ in this way is pleasing to God and approved by men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of [music]. All [music] is clean, but it is wrong for a man to [play rock] that causes someone else to stumble. It is better not to eat meat or drink wine [or play rock] or to do anything else that will cause your brother to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So whatever you believe about these things keep between yourself and God. Blessed is the man who does not condemn himself by what he approves. But the man who has doubts is condemned if he [plays], because his [playing] is not from faith; and everything that does not come from faith is sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We who are strong ought to bear with the failings of the weak and not to please ourselves. Each of us should please his neighbor for his good, to build him up. For even Christ did not please himself but, as it is written: "The insults of those who insult you have fallen on me." For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;"Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Romans 14:1-15:7, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's foundation was not on rules - the Law, but his foundation was love. Too often we push and fight for our rights. It's our right to be pleased, get the best service, me first. Our rights have given us grounds to breed selfish motives. But contrary to the post-modern philosophy, the Bible tells us "to die to ourselves," "deny ourselves," and "consider others more important than ourselves." Here are 11 points I got from this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refrain from readily judging other people. &lt;/span&gt;Before readily laying down judgment in words and thought, always ask "why?" Know the context of reason. In fact, the more we know the person, the more we become hasty in judgment because of fraternal bond. Don't take God's place. God has the proper Person, time and place for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accept that not everyone is like you. &lt;/span&gt;We are created differently, so we think and appreciate things differently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do everything for the glory of God. &lt;/span&gt;Before you do something, ask yourself, "Does this bring glory to God?" The more it brings glory to God, the more you do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are accountable. &lt;/span&gt;We will all give account to God all that we have done, however irrelevant/neutral we think it is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consider the weak. &lt;/span&gt;Do not, by what you're doing, offend/stumble other people, especially the weak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be merciful. &lt;/span&gt;Always act on love, not technicalities and rules. Let us be merciful just as God has been merciful to us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enlarge your vision. &lt;/span&gt;Always get the big picture. Don't major on minor things. Don't fight over a small morsel of bread. God is in the business of righteousness, peace and joy in the Spirit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be an inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;Let everything you do be a source of inspiration and encouragement for other people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be true to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magpakatotoo ka!&lt;/span&gt; Always check your motives. Do not be a great pretender.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a servant. &lt;/span&gt;Jesus didn't put himself first, and no servant/disciple is greater that his Master.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protect the unity in the body. &lt;/span&gt;Disunity pleases the other, our unity glorifies God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in the end, it's not about who's right and who's wrong. It's about how much we love our brothers and our friends. It's the very foundation of our Faith - Love. And it is by love that the world will know that we are not phonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are one in the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are one in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we pray that our unity may one day be restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And they'll know that we are Christians by our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old hymn&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/6748140495284967138-4013184437047606685?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4013184437047606685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4013184437047606685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-dota-rock-music-and-beads.html' title='Of DotA, Beads and Rock and Roll'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-470756026801987648</id><published>2007-03-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:56:53.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rg0y6ce_GhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RsvH7L07G-w/s1600-h/Buds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rg0y6ce_GhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RsvH7L07G-w/s320/Buds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047746737012152850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch date last Thursday with Bubu &amp; Ethel, my college barkadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rg0wY8e_GgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LtN2SQvxhcA/s1600-h/SP_A1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rg0wY8e_GgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LtN2SQvxhcA/s320/SP_A1180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047743962463279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at ice monster Robinson's Place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-470756026801987648?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/470756026801987648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=470756026801987648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/470756026801987648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/470756026801987648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/lunch-date-last-thursday-with-bubu.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rg0y6ce_GhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RsvH7L07G-w/s72-c/Buds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5059377364757324658</id><published>2007-03-30T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:48:24.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"All religions lead to the same God, and all deserve the same respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who chooses religion is also choosing a collective way of worshiping and sharing the mysteries. Nevertheless, that person is the only one responsible for his or her actions along the way and has no right to shift responsibility for any personal decisions on to that religion."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;"Statutes for the New Millennium," &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the Flowing River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree on the second and the rest of this statement, but not the first. All religion deserve respect. But that doesn't mean all lead to the same God. And indeed we are responsible for our choice. Jesus said He is the Way, the Truth and the Life, that no one comes to God except through Him (John). There is no name under heaven or on earth or under the earth by which ALL men will be saved (Acts). We can be diverse but still have respect for one another because all of us came into this world human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5059377364757324658?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5059377364757324658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5059377364757324658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5059377364757324658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5059377364757324658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-religions-lead-to-same-god-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6174080518077455533</id><published>2007-03-29T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:20:59.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASCM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up this morning and a hostage drama is on TV. Some guy, who would soon be known as Jun Ducat, made hostage of 32 pre-school children with their teachers. The news was even on cable news channels. I left home with not knowing if the hostage drama was resolved. But as it turns out, the hostage taker surrendered, after negotiations from political celebrities and the children were safe. This guy ought to be in jail. I think he’s mad. Putting helpless children in danger for motives however of good intent is unjust. He was like a child who threw tantrums because he didn’t get what he wanted – a government free of corruption. I mean we all want that. But this isn’t the way to do it, fighting evil with evil. I was even more irked watching an interview of a grandmother of a released child sympathizing with the hostage taker and justifying his actions. That makes me think, what kind of a society do we have? Could that be the general mindset of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masang &lt;/span&gt;Filipino (masses)? I feel that people are frustrated and losing hope and there's no other resolve but to give in, diluting our judgments. I hope not. I think we ought to stop blaming other people for our conditions because we in some ways have dipped in to make it so. Do your duty and let others follow. And even if nobody else follows, God upholds the righteous and never lets his work go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been reading Paulo Coelho’s “Like the Flowing River” and it keeps on speaking to me. A writer does have a way with words that are sometimes hard to express and concretize. His views are Christian-like and it makes me think that he could be a believer or a really good enlightened Catholic. He’s been speaking to me about solitude; that sometimes I need to just stop and smell the roses. Reflect on the day that has past. What good have I done? What have contributed today in the fulfillment of my “personal legend”? It is true when he wrote that often we equate our importance and value by our busyness. And we view solitude as uselessness to the world. But it is when we are in solitude that we see who we really are and listen to that still small voice that affirms that we are loved and cared for. I think I am going to be influenced by Coelho’s philosophy of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I could be like him in the aspect of traveling, less than halfway through the book he has accounted for staying and traveling to various places on the planet. And the better thing is that while he does it he sees the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology has become one of soul’s worst enemies. Television and the Internet has placed us in a receiving mode robbing us of time to contemplate and give out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of recent events I think being a negotiator is a really cool job. I like the thought of dismantling tragedy by untangling a distorted person’s emotion and mind. It is now one of my dream jobs or jobs-in-a-parallel-universe along with being a scientist/researcher in field such as archeologists or biologists and being a flight attendant (just ask me why when we meet). Nonetheless, being a youth pastor, designer and student is a really cool job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWHMe_GcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gSlin6jREg8/s1600-h/SP_A1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWHMe_GcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gSlin6jREg8/s320/SP_A1170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047152120264858050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did multimedia for our school’s graduation. It’s always great when people’s goals become a reality. It’s sad though because most of my classmates during my first semester in ASCM of which became some of my friends in school has graduated and will be going back to their country and ministry. Two finished their doctorates. I still haven’t got the motivation to pursue doctorate studies. I must look back on my calling God has given me. I still have a long way to go. I have already completed 45 of the 96 required units to complete. I am afraid to ask why am I doing this for fear that I may get a confused answer. Am I still doing it for God or for men? Coelho writes about the danger of missing the value of what we are doing because we when we focus too much on the rules, we start not to enjoy the task that we are doing. Indeed my existence in bible school has equipped and molded me to become the person I am today. I hope that when I reach the end of this race my goal will still be the same and more refined since the day I entered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWQ8e_GdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DKlNpnRQlHc/s1600-h/SP_A1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWQ8e_GdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DKlNpnRQlHc/s320/SP_A1172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047152287768582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWZse_GeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/F_JIV_Nxh_A/s1600-h/SP_A1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWZse_GeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/F_JIV_Nxh_A/s320/SP_A1174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047152438092437986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Netty and I celebrated our 3rd monthsary. It’s as if it’s been a long time. Tonight she really looked lovely, though I forgot to tell her that. Sometimes she catches me just studying her profile. We had a delightful pasta dinner and dessert at DQ which has become a habit of ours every time we go to G4 or Gateway. She gave me a gift – an electric toothbrush – which recently I told her that I wanted one but not because I was hinting for a monthsary gift. I gave her a Patrick Star stuffed toy so that she will be reminded of me minus the dumbness of Patrick Star. Third month, the initial romance level is being normalized. She tease me as unromantic and un-gentleman which I am not – totally. But with our feet returning to the ground I have realized that our commitment for each other is revealed. And with that I am really, really happy and content. Pray that our commitment for each other will be as hard as diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m traveling on April 2-3 to Pila, Laguna for a ministry meeting. I might be driving. Please pray for safety on the road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’ll be speaking in two camps on April 24-25 in Olongapo and May 3 in Taytay. Please pray that God will use me as His mouthpiece and touch the heart and soul of the ears that will hear me speak. Lord empty me so that You’ll flow thru me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for my financial provisions. Indeed God is always faithful and I continue to learn to trust Him in this aspect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-6174080518077455533?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6174080518077455533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6174080518077455533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6174080518077455533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6174080518077455533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/woke-up-this-morning-and-hostage-drama_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgsWHMe_GcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gSlin6jREg8/s72-c/SP_A1170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8776073042328849630</id><published>2007-03-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:55:34.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rgi1oIjB5sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-xZ7rmp53bk/s1600-h/0732284384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rgi1oIjB5sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-xZ7rmp53bk/s320/0732284384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046483083562444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Makati to pick up the graduation pics of our school. I'm in charge of the multimedia on our school's graduation ceremonies. Before that I went to pick up the Hebrew Book I photocopied in Asturias. Ahh, the UST days. Went to Glorietta, Netty and I were gonna watch 300, finally much anticipation because everyone who saw it recommended it. So for 3 hours I walked around G4 and Greenbelt 3, going around bookstores free reading. Finally I was able to find the book I was looking for months now, I forgot the title and author until I saw it on the shelf again. It is &lt;a href="http://www.paulocoelho.com/"&gt;Paulo Coehlo's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Like-Flowing-River-Thoughts-Reflections/dp/000723578X"&gt;"Like the Flowing River."&lt;/a&gt; It's a collection of the authors reflections and thoughts. After spending some time reading its first 30 pages at Fruit Magic, I am more amazed at how this guy writes. Some memorable entries are "The Story of the Pencil," "How to Climb a Mountain," and the story about Genghis Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgjqAYjB5tI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vfLd6yNMMKs/s1600-h/300-poster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RgjqAYjB5tI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vfLd6yNMMKs/s320/300-poster3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046540674778916562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0416449/"&gt;"300"&lt;/a&gt; was a good movie. I am reminded by the movie "Gladiator" when I saw it. The movie is about the king of Sparta and how he and his 300 men fought the advancing Persian kingdom. The movie was rated R for violence and nudity. I liked the cinematography of the film which by the way was 100% shot behind blue/green screens. But most of all, I liked it because I was affirmed by the movie's leadership insights (though it's hardly their intention). His leadership is something to be admired and acquired. He lead his men to war: Leaders ought to be in the front lines, not like chess players playing their soldiers. He was relevant yet had commanding authority. He was respected by his men and they were loyal to him. I hope that's how I'm practicing my leadership.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8776073042328849630?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8776073042328849630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8776073042328849630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8776073042328849630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8776073042328849630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-went-to-makati-to-pick-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rgi1oIjB5sI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-xZ7rmp53bk/s72-c/0732284384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1596980341569649520</id><published>2007-03-25T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:07:56.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm here now at SM San Lazaro waiting for my parents while they went to the grocery. Feeling laid-back. Actually I want to go home and rest. Today, Kuya Jess, one of whom I considered to be my mentors, spoke at church. He's gonna be in Bontoc for two months to do mission. In the afternoon, I had a meeting with the disciplers in our youth ministry in order to rally them to maximize these summer months in discipling other youth. Our youth is getting better. We've been growing in number this year and we're confident that we will exceed our goal for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to talk about. Since there's not much activity yet. School's out, and ministry activities are still on their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-1596980341569649520?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1596980341569649520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1596980341569649520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1596980341569649520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1596980341569649520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-here-now-at-sm-san-lazaro-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-574152970108809146</id><published>2007-03-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:03:46.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi there! Haven't blog for the longest time. I was so busy with school and ministry work. School's out and summer's getting revved up with ministry activities. I will be back to blog some more. But for now, I gotta sleep. I'm leading praise and worship tomorrow. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-574152970108809146?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/574152970108809146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=574152970108809146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/574152970108809146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/574152970108809146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-there-havent-blog-for-longest-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2605297792768552490</id><published>2007-03-12T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:11:27.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54999994@N00/417375703/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/417375703_fa845922c5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had a great worship time at church. It's been a while since I was able to play keyboards again and I thank God for His gift of music to me. Pastor Zaldy's wife Sis. Angie is finally back home from US. She has a key chain for me that resembles a New York car plate with my name on it. I missed seeing her around because she's an encourager. After service some of us youth had lunch at McDonald's because we're having badminton in the afternoon. By 2PM we were already smashing shuttlecocks at City Smash. It has been quite a while since I've played badminton so I expect my body would ache after. Done by 5 and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About our last Saturday's small groups, I just had an amazing discovery. Our lesson was about Daniel and integrity, how he was thrown in the lion's den for not worshiping the image of Darius; And what a coincidence we were sitting under a huge statue of Lapu-lapu in Rizal Park. That would have been a great illustration and object lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2605297792768552490?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2605297792768552490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2605297792768552490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2605297792768552490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2605297792768552490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-morning-we-had-great-worship-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/417375703_fa845922c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2485585609111030122</id><published>2007-03-10T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:31:14.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xa-udm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIXeCyFpbI/AAAAAAAAANg/tuwom67CWEw/s1600-h/SP_A1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIXeCyFpbI/AAAAAAAAANg/tuwom67CWEw/s320/SP_A1130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040116737891476914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great time with students again. We had bible study on the nursing faculty provided for us by the dean there. Netty did the bible study that day because the night before I was suffering from a really bad headache. She was great. I thought the students responded more to her that me doing it. We had a great time of sharing and it was great. After that had snack at McDo, went to church, and took her to the jeepney stop so she could go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be strong and courageous!  Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go." ~ Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've invaded another bulletin board in church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIX7yyFpcI/AAAAAAAAANo/lWoXhwuQ8T4/s1600-h/SP_A1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIX7yyFpcI/AAAAAAAAANo/lWoXhwuQ8T4/s320/SP_A1114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040117248992585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIYEiyFpdI/AAAAAAAAANw/drLhyQje4z0/s1600-h/SP_A1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIYEiyFpdI/AAAAAAAAANw/drLhyQje4z0/s320/SP_A1115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040117399316440530" border="0" /&gt;&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/6748140495284967138-2485585609111030122?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2485585609111030122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2485585609111030122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2485585609111030122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2485585609111030122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-great-time-with-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RfIXeCyFpbI/AAAAAAAAANg/tuwom67CWEw/s72-c/SP_A1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-9073124884153275286</id><published>2007-03-09T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T09:04:00.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Therefore they spent a long time there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speaking boldly with reliance upon the Lord&lt;/span&gt;, who was testifying to the word of His grace, granting that signs and wonders be done by their hands." Acts 14:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to speak of You with boldness, with confidence not set upon myself but of the assurance that Your Words will accomplish its task, with total reliance and understanding that You alone have the authority and ability to turn unbelieving hearts around back to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God didn't give us a spirit of timidity but of power, love and discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depart now from the tents of the wicked and touch nothing that belongs to them or you will be swept away in all of their sin." Numbers 16:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-9073124884153275286?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/9073124884153275286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=9073124884153275286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/9073124884153275286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/9073124884153275286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/therefore-they-spent-long-time-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8195725577613893904</id><published>2007-03-09T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:31:22.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't blog for a while. Very busy. Last night, leaving from school I had a really bad headache. The LRT was shut down, so I took an FX which was more expensive and took more time to go home. I sweat and felt like vomiting. I don't know if that was just panic or what. So I called home so my dad could take me to a clinic. We went to ER and had me checked up. I had low blood pressure... that's why. After a litany of questions from the student nurse and giving me a paracetamol, we left and went home. Going home, I went straight to bed because my head still aches. Dad went to my room and gave me a head massage, and after some minutes it was gone already! I was still able to stay up some minutes later.&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/6748140495284967138-8195725577613893904?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8195725577613893904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8195725577613893904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8195725577613893904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8195725577613893904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/havent-blog-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3685545895663231493</id><published>2007-03-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:50:07.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Lift Up Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;by Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see heaven before me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Angels passing around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here i stand in awe of your beauty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Captured by your holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lift up your eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of heaven's in worship &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels rejoice and the clouds will be filled with the wonder of Your Name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the wonder of Your Name&lt;br /&gt;The train of His robe fills the temple with glory &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavenly hosts fall before Him in worship &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crying "Holy! Holy! Holy is the Lord God Almighty! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Holy! Holy! Holy is the Lord God Almighty!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3685545895663231493?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3685545895663231493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3685545895663231493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3685545895663231493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3685545895663231493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/lift-up-your-eyes.html' title='Lift Up Your Eyes'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6612078277123165717</id><published>2007-03-06T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:39:00.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Ready for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;by Kutless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B0007M23GU001004/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_004/103-6877351-8662232"&gt;Listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You take my heart away with Your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I am willing to put on my faith in Your plan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come and take my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make my soul refreshed in truth now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ready for You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my heart and make me new now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ready for You to come and fill my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse all of my mind that is not of You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Break me, teaching me how to find rest in Your hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come and take my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make my soul refreshed in truth now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes I'm needing to make Your will be done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I'm letting go of my control for I see what You've done in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-6612078277123165717?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6612078277123165717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6612078277123165717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6612078277123165717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6612078277123165717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/03/ready-for-you.html' title='Ready for You'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7441597802272099795</id><published>2007-02-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:22:06.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54999994@N00/401779418/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/401779418_3104302468_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54999994@N00/401768801/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/401768801_0d1dcbc1e7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday marked our church's 22nd Anniversary, the youth donned our latest green-blue "Ordinary People Meeting an Extra-ordinary God" t-shirt, and the Firebrands Youth Group presented a musical-dance number "Celebrate The Lord of Love." More pix &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54999994@N00/tags/2007bfgfcanniv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This is by the way a historical event because it's the first dance number to be allowed as a presentation. We're making progress...&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/6748140495284967138-7441597802272099795?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7441597802272099795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7441597802272099795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7441597802272099795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7441597802272099795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunday-marked-our-churchs-22nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/401779418_3104302468_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-6798807209226091479</id><published>2007-02-25T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:20:13.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xa-udm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was encouraged by Kuya Sur to document the happenings in our campus ministry in Universidad de Manila. Last Friday, I rose up early (around 9AM, hehe) to print out the documents I had to pass to the Office of Student Affairs for the recognition of Chi Alpha in UDM. One hour before 12 I was already at church printing the documents. Netty already arrived at SM Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35777761@N00/402004185/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/402004185_1d856829af_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35777761@N00/402005906/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/402005906_d69c339d80_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Netty at SM Manila at quarter to 12. And there she was. I was just blown away by the way she fixed herself that day. I'm a sucker for ponytails :) So fair, no make-ups but just as beautiful. I kept stealing glances at her which she thought I had some trick in my sleeves. Wow, I was just so inspired. That evening I texted her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ang ganda mo today, nagkacrush ako uli sa'yo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then following up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Uuy... palakpak tenga! :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, we met only 3 students that afternoon, but its ok, we had a meaningful time of fellowship &amp; bonding. After our BS we had a chance to meet the vice president of UDM and the president of the student body of the whole University, whose in fact an INC follower, but nevertheless he was open to our proposal. He said he's gonna discuss it in the meeting of deans.  Do pray for a breakthrough that our proposal for the recognition of UDM will finally happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35777761@N00/402005694/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/402005694_aaf96be176_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35777761@N00/402004759/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/402004759_880e938fcf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&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/6748140495284967138-6798807209226091479?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/6798807209226091479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=6798807209226091479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6798807209226091479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/6798807209226091479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-encouraged-by-kuya-sur-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/402004185_1d856829af_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3436801773694916168</id><published>2007-02-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:50:19.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. It was a fruitful day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had sisig lunch with one of our youth in CEU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent time in prayer and devotion in San Sebastian church. So quiet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met with Achi Josie in UBC for the upcoming sectional worship symposium project.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to UDM to meet Netty and Annie, met a faculty contact who graciously offered us a place to do our bible study. Went to Mcdo after to do some planning for next semester.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met with TIP IT head Jonathan Caballero &amp;amp; Ptr. Sur for some IT projects for NYMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-3436801773694916168?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3436801773694916168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3436801773694916168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3436801773694916168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3436801773694916168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8661493870929895870</id><published>2007-02-21T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:00:27.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xa-udm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, we were offered a new place inside UDM, a long table inside the nursing faculty room. It was offered by Ms. Melba Delgado, the coordinator of College of Nursing, who just happened to be the churchmate of Netty. This afternoon Netty and Annie met at school to do prayer-walking. I met them after and went to McDo for a brief meeting for the upcoming June semester. Netty came aboard the UDM Chi-Alpha last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8661493870929895870?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8661493870929895870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8661493870929895870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8661493870929895870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8661493870929895870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-we-were-offered-new-place-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-15563011609647178</id><published>2007-02-20T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:33:52.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two new books for my library. Bought last night at Fully Booked in Rockwell Powerplant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RdneHetmaMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZefsoh55NQ/s1600-h/book2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RdneHetmaMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZefsoh55NQ/s200/book2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033298278648015042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strengthening-Your-Grip-Charles-Swindoll/dp/084994399X/sr=8-1/qid=1171906369/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-0511360-3383133?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Strengthening Your Grip&lt;/a&gt; by Charles Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RdneVutmaNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nTjJ9O7PmmY/s1600-h/book1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RdneVutmaNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nTjJ9O7PmmY/s200/book1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033298523461150930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Risk-Willing-Trust-Everything-Every/dp/1578569869/sr=8-1/qid=1171906403/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-0511360-3383133?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Risk&lt;/a&gt; by Kenny Luck, Men's pastor, Saddleback Church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-15563011609647178?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/15563011609647178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=15563011609647178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/15563011609647178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/15563011609647178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-new-books-for-my-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RdneHetmaMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aZefsoh55NQ/s72-c/book2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2933951086153850064</id><published>2007-02-13T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:36:54.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm here right now at the library. It's a great day. This morning I woke up 30 minutes before class. Hurried bath, no breakfast and drove as fast as I could to school. Of course 30 minutes won't take me to class. I arrived quarter to 9. We were warned last time not to make anymore absences. I was already thinking that if didn't arrive before 9 I will not go to class altogether. Next semester I will really avoid taking morning classes. Thank God when I arrived the class hasn't started yet, and there were only 3 of us students there. Our professor was quite disappointed of the attendance turn-out. Because we're having a guest professor in, Dr. Tappeiner. He's teaching about Pauline Theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that I was in today's class. I learned a lot from this seasoned theologian. He taught Pauline Theology as a "first-hand speaker" or as Paul. His way of teaching through narrative was quite engaging and interesting. Lot's of thought provoking questions were laid on the table. So it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I saw my Cambodian schoolmate Meang in the hallway and asked me how I and my girlfriend are doing. (Imagine he's a former Buddhist monk, now in bible school and he's graduating this March). I was not into chapel so we agreed to have lunch together at the newly opened McDonalds just beside our school. We had a great time catching up. And he was surprised to learn that Antonette is a dentist. Because his girl prospect was a also a dentist from Operation Blessing! So after lunch, we decided to spend some more time sharing and listening to each other's plans and his much awaited asking-of-hand. We spent some time in prayer and after that went our separate ways. It was a blessed time.&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/6748140495284967138-2933951086153850064?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2933951086153850064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2933951086153850064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2933951086153850064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2933951086153850064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-here-right-now-at-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5711100246856736758</id><published>2007-02-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:00:12.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.indigo.org/rainbowbridge_ver2.html"&gt;Paul Dahm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills, and valleys with lush green grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up! The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.&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/6748140495284967138-5711100246856736758?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5711100246856736758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5711100246856736758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5711100246856736758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5711100246856736758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/rainbow-bridge.html' title='The Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-5942173607438445426</id><published>2007-02-10T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:59:36.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by Reuben Morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Reach out my hands before You&lt;br /&gt;My Keeper, I will come running&lt;br /&gt;Into Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;It's You I long for&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to know You&lt;br /&gt;You are all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to know You more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-5942173607438445426?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/5942173607438445426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=5942173607438445426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5942173607438445426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/5942173607438445426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/more_10.html' title='More'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8214312736405035646</id><published>2007-02-10T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:35:37.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rcy1zC9T_aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kyyiHCadphw/s1600-h/DSC06058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rcy1zC9T_aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kyyiHCadphw/s320/DSC06058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029594772437990818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;["Ayawan Na": Taken during the Church-based Campus Ministry Consultation in Baguio City last February 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35777761@N00/tags/feb2007xaconsult/"&gt;More pics here&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we at Book of Hope had this event called Hope Celebration wherein we invite our supporters and friends for a dinner treat and program to show appreciation to them. This was my first time to be in one. It was held in Holiday Inn in Ortigas. It was fun. I was encouraged by the message of Bob Hoskins, founder of BOH, on how God's Word has moved in the lives of the youth and the nations. It reaffirms and encourages me to go on pursuing the task that God has called me to. The whole program was smooth. Even the testimonies of the people touched by BOH were encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman, &lt;/span&gt;I had a great time with the students I do bible study with in Universidad de Manila. We met at Annie's place, because it was her mom's birthday. We had a fun time during our discussion about "Understanding the Opposite Sex" in time for Valentines. Great time, great food. Before I left for Ortigas, we had a chance to pray for her mom who is by the way already 60 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few days I've been experiencing body aches when I wake in the morning. I noticed it began when I started going back to office. It's not the stress in the office, I think it's the long drive from house to office to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening also, I was able to meet Councilor of 5th District of Manila Boy Isip. We've been trying to get in touch with him in City Hall late last year in order to get recommendations to get through UDM gates. I was amazed when he and his wife was there in Hope Celebration. And Kuya James knows them! Kuya James is one of the BOH field workers and within this month they are distributing BOH in UDM! Wow, God is really good! He was able to reintroduce me to them again, now with much attention (because last time they were like not to interested in us). Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days are joyful days, my hands are full in ministering to the youth and it's really a blessing. Netty's taking two days off now in her dental work and she's also ministering to youth. She'll join me when I go to UDM. She's really great, being supportive and all. With the Valentines season around the corner, it's been a discussion among the youth, and I always tell them how a relationship becomes a blessing when instead of pulling away from God, that love relationship draws both man and woman to Him. And it's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer requests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Favor from Councilor Boy Isip for recommendation to do campus ministry inside Universidad de Manila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical strength and stamina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Netty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Growth in ministry and leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8214312736405035646?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8214312736405035646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8214312736405035646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8214312736405035646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8214312736405035646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-evening-we-at-book-of-hope-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rcy1zC9T_aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kyyiHCadphw/s72-c/DSC06058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-8338957331628216402</id><published>2007-02-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:21:02.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Do not fear! Stand by and see the salvation of the Lord which He will accomplish for you today ... The Lord will fight for you while you keep silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Exodus 14:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"The Lord is my strength and my song, and He has become my salvation. This is my God and I will praise Him ... Who is like You among the gods, O Lord? Who is like You, majestic in holiness, awesome in praises, working wonders?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Exodus 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-8338957331628216402?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/8338957331628216402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=8338957331628216402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8338957331628216402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/8338957331628216402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-not-fear-stand-by-and-see-salvation.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1620752204458613347</id><published>2007-02-05T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:21:05.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Set a guard over my mouth, Oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;keep watch over the door of my lips&lt;br /&gt;Let not my heart be drawn to what is evil&lt;br /&gt;to take part in the wicked deeds with men who are evildoers&lt;br /&gt;let me not eat their delicacies ...&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my eyes are fixed on you&lt;/span&gt;, O Sovereign Lord&lt;br /&gt;in you I take refuge - do not give me over to death&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from the snares they have laid for me,&lt;br /&gt;from the traps set by evildoers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Psalm 141&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/6748140495284967138-1620752204458613347?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1620752204458613347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1620752204458613347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1620752204458613347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1620752204458613347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/set-guard-over-my-mouth-oh-lord-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4389989092735141227</id><published>2007-02-02T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:19:01.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a video I made for the event in Baguio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZneJ-lZuWwQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZneJ-lZuWwQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/6748140495284967138-4389989092735141227?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4389989092735141227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4389989092735141227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4389989092735141227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4389989092735141227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-video-i-made-for-event-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1255132265463944267</id><published>2007-02-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:57:53.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just concluded our Campus Ministry Consultation Conference here at APTS, Baguio. It's cold here. News say that it's colder here than some parts in US. The conference was great. I am happy that Annie, one of our student leaders, was refilled during our last commissioning service. I myself have some conversations and inquiries with God. I was telling Him to give me the discernment and strength to give up what's still in my hands. And that it's always an honor to serve Him. Not much emotional stir-ups, but one knows that He was there. Met new friends, rekindled old ones. Lots of people have noticed my expressiveness during the event. For the first time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt; they had seen my face move. They contribute it to an inspiration. I guess so. Going down tomorrow midnight.&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/6748140495284967138-1255132265463944267?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1255132265463944267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1255132265463944267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1255132265463944267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1255132265463944267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-just-concluded-our-campus-ministry.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7728986133105749732</id><published>2007-01-28T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:21:33.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God-thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today marks our month-sary. We agreed to go to church together as thanksgiving to God for each other. After morning service, I met her in Megamall and then went to Word for the World in Makati, that's also where my school is. Never did I knew that God will confront me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message hit me bullseye. As if God orchestrated for me to be there and admonish me. As I've shared before I've been experiencing frustrations in ministry for more than over a week now. And even if I managed to get my message across this morning, it was by God's grace. It's already draining my joy and getting up seemed hard. Ptr. Raymund Ladao's first intro was "have you ever experienced frustration?" His text is about the prophet Jeremiah dealing with his own frustrations and how God changed the course of his outloook. I've wallowed in this pit of self-pity and KSP-ness that I've become conceited and self-serving. God confronted me on my attitude and countenance. Some of his points were: People will frustrate us, do not let frustration get the best of you, God's justice comes in His time not our own, never focus on people, and ultimately focus your eyes of Jesus which is all that matters. During the altar call I've reconciled with Him knowing that these feelings doesn't glorify Him. I felt God's embrace and I couldn't help but cry as a wounded child-warrior to my Father's shoulder. I was yearning to meet Him this week, and I did. Truly it's amazing how God answers prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized the bittersweet life of being a pastor. There are victories and room for learning from the past. I think I already know how a parent feels when their children "doesn't need them anymore." The feeling of rejection just suffocates the heart. That's when I realize I've attached myself to the ministry and not anymore to Jesus in whom alone I must seek to please. I am not Superman, I am just as human who experiences moments of disillusionment just as the people I minister too. Please continually life me up in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing better now. Praise God for His faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 12:5, "If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses? If you stumble in safe country, how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 20:9, "If I say, 'I will not mention him or speak any more in his name,' his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide me now under Your wings | Cover me with Your mighty hands | When the oceans rise and thunders roar | I will soar with You above the storm | Father, You are King over the flood | I will be still and know You are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul in Christ alone | Know His power in quietness and trust | When the oceans rise and thunders roar | I will soar with You above the storm | Father, You are King over the flood | I will be still and know You are God&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/6748140495284967138-7728986133105749732?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7728986133105749732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7728986133105749732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7728986133105749732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7728986133105749732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-marks-our-month-sary_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-4848132346530447646</id><published>2007-01-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:40:46.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages'/><title type='text'>Becoming A 5-Star Steward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My message for this month's theme on stewardship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25:29, "For everyone who has, more shall be given, and he will have an abundance; but from the one who does not have, even what he does have shall be taken away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text: The Parable of the Talents (Matthew 25:14-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acknowledge &lt;/span&gt;the real Source&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude &lt;/span&gt;is the key&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am blessed to bless others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop looking at other people's plate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Accountability &lt;/span&gt;reaps rewards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;God looks at the quality of our efforts (not quantity)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God loves excellent work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God promotes those who are faithful in little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apathy &lt;/span&gt;avoids the happy life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fear robs us of better things that God has prepared to those who love Him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inspiring quote by Martin Luther:&lt;br /&gt;"The maid who sweeps her kitchen is doing the will of God just as much as the monk who prays – not because she may sing a Christian hymn as she sweeps but because God loves clean floors. The Christian shoemaker does his Christian duty not by putting little crosses on the shoes, but by making good shoes, because God is interested in good craftsmanship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-4848132346530447646?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/4848132346530447646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=4848132346530447646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4848132346530447646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/4848132346530447646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/becoming-5-star-steward.html' title='Becoming A 5-Star Steward'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-2880638257579585909</id><published>2007-01-27T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:47:20.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm here right now in SM Mania. I had some photos printed. The youth are in Mall of Asia having their outdoor cellgroups. I had to stay at church this afternoon because I had to meet a young couple who responded to the altar call last time we had our Christmas concert. It was a fruitful talk I believe. Please do pray for them. I'm currently downloading &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8726902171138197962&amp;amp;q=parable+of+the+talents"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; for my illustration tomorrow when I stand on the pulpit. Amazingly, my sermon got through pretty quick this time. Thank God. Not unlike before... sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks our 1st monthsary. Wow. And don't you "just-just" (basta-bastahin) our one month. One month is one month right? Tomorrow we'll celebrate. I miss her already since the last time we were together in UP Los Banos. I went there to take some video for this AVP I'm doing for Chi Alpha. On Wednesday I'm going up to Baguio for this campus ministry event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-2880638257579585909?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/2880638257579585909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=2880638257579585909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2880638257579585909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/2880638257579585909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-here-right-now-in-sm-mania.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-7163380739965575947</id><published>2007-01-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:16:07.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RbhK96wllNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yuOqTjF5EtY/s1600-h/SP_A0993b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RbhK96wllNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yuOqTjF5EtY/s320/SP_A0993b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023847811937309906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her clinic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-7163380739965575947?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/7163380739965575947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=7163380739965575947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7163380739965575947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/7163380739965575947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-her-clinic.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/RbhK96wllNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yuOqTjF5EtY/s72-c/SP_A0993b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-9001462806161489217</id><published>2007-01-25T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:09:46.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since I have blogged. Schedules have been busy lately. I'm blogging here in Starbucks near our school. This morning I woke up early with lack of sleep just like the past few days. Hurried to prepare because I had a meeting with one of my &lt;a href="http://reefcheckphilippines.org/"&gt;freelance clients&lt;/a&gt; in Makati. After the meeting had lunch and went here because perhaps the library is still closed few minutes after chapel service at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've undergone a series of downers and drainers in the past few days. It's one of those days again. What's the use of doing all this if not for Him? I need a fresh encounter with Him again. I do thank God for giving me a partner whom just her mere company wipes out my exhaustion. Next week I'm going up to Baguio for a campus ministry event, hopefully I would find rest there. Please do include me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical, mental endurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Protection from troubles and temptations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provision of resources need for me to do my ministry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-9001462806161489217?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/9001462806161489217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=9001462806161489217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/9001462806161489217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/9001462806161489217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-while-since-i-have-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-3436053740454481379</id><published>2007-01-16T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:13:21.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Song For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gycrt9ffDx0"&gt;The Carpenters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so many places in my life and time | I've sung a lot of songs and I've made some bad rhymes | I've acted out my life in stages with ten thousand people watching | But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your image of me is what I hope to be | I've treated you unkindly but darling can't you see | There's no one more important to me | Baby, can't you see it through me | 'Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me precious secrets of a true love withholding nothing | You came out in front when I was hiding | But now its so much better and if my words don't quite come together | Listen to the melody 'cause my love is in there hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you in a place where there is no space or time | I love you for my life, you are a friend of mine | And when my life is over remember when we were together | We are alone now, and I'm singing this song to you&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/6748140495284967138-3436053740454481379?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/3436053740454481379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=3436053740454481379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3436053740454481379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/3436053740454481379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-for-you.html' title='Song For You'/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-1873934370407766217</id><published>2007-01-16T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:21:56.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was an interesting day. Ate Merla and I met to take some footage of the University Belt. I'm making a video presentation for Chi-Alpha promotion. It's good to be back in the University Belt. We started with UE, San Sebastian, CEU, FEU, PSBA then UST, my alma mater. Going into UST, there's something nostalgic about the campus. It brought back a lot of memories during college. A lot though has changed... for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing as it sounds, I haven't got my diploma since I graduated in 2004. I've been wanting to get it but I didn't had the chance to be in the area until now. So I went to the Main Building and processed my diploma. It took less than an hour and my BS Architecture diploma was already in my hands. I know it will mean a lot to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rau24Y-UhbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5vsJqptuZmI/s1600-h/SP_A0979b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rau24Y-UhbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5vsJqptuZmI/s320/SP_A0979b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020307289527322034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I and Ate Merla parted ways, I went to Ortigas to see Netty. I missed the girl so much. We've realized that seeing each other once a week wasn't enough even though we talk over the phone every evening. But in part, being away for a while brought some benefit, that we missed and longed to see each other more. We went to Market! Market! for dinner. At first we ought to see a movie, but we thought it won't really allow us to just talk and catch up. So after dinner we went to Starbucks in EDSA Central and stayed and talk some more. I've been wanting for us to pray together to dedicate our relationship to the Lord, though I know both of us have been continuously praying for each other. As we leave, we prayed a prayer of dedication and thanksgiving for His goodness to us and each other. I love her more today and everyday it grows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-1873934370407766217?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/1873934370407766217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=1873934370407766217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1873934370407766217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/1873934370407766217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-was-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Rau24Y-UhbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5vsJqptuZmI/s72-c/SP_A0979b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6748140495284967138.post-35205335850561384</id><published>2007-01-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:17:22.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day in the life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Raj2Jo-UhZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cx7-pCnHkOI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00042b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Raj2Jo-UhZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cx7-pCnHkOI/s320/Copy+of+DSC00042b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019532430182483346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a very fruitful meeting with my pastor. We had lunch in this newly opened authentic noodle house in Benavidez, I don't know what's it called because it's in Chinese. Their space is small and people are really willing to wait for vacant tables just to eat there. We had our fair share of waiting and waiting until finally we got to sit with a stranger couple. Nevertheless, it's about the noodle, my pastor brags, and truly one could say it is truly an authentic noodle house. Their managers are GI's (inside term meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genuine Intsik&lt;/span&gt; - those who came from the mainland). It's new, it's good, it's affordable and in demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon our youth visited &lt;a href="http://doulos.org/"&gt;MV Doulos&lt;/a&gt; instead of our usual fellowship. Since 2007 it's surprising that our attendance has climbed compared to the previous year. We had to walk from church over to Jones Bridge where the South Harbor jeep passes. I've realized that I have a fascination with tunnels under the bridge, I don't know why. When we reached the pier, it was another walk to the dock itself and to our shock the queue was so long. But after 30 minutes more or less we're in. Bookstore is still the same after 6 years since I've been into Doulos. It's difficult to buy books because there's so much to choose from. In the end I bought 3 books: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Passion-Purity-Rules-Christian-Singles/dp/080075137X/sr=8-2/qid=1168700841/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-7856882-2483154?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;"Passion and Purity" by Elizabeth Elliot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Divine-Intruder-When-Breaks-Into/dp/1576832015/sr=1-24/qid=1168701052/ref=sr_1_24/104-7856882-2483154?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;"Divine Intervention" by James Edwards&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Day-Was-Crucified-Jesus-Christ/dp/0768422248/sr=1-1/qid=1168701101/ref=sr_1_1/104-7856882-2483154?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;"The Day I was Crucified: As Told by Jesus Christ" by Gene Edwards&lt;/a&gt;. Who cannot miss the famous Doulos homemade ice cream. Even though the queue was again long, I had to Binondo and had dinner at McDonald's. It was a fruitful day for me. 3 new books to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6748140495284967138-35205335850561384?l=melancholeric2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/feeds/35205335850561384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6748140495284967138&amp;postID=35205335850561384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/35205335850561384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6748140495284967138/posts/default/35205335850561384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholeric2.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-had-very-fruitful-meeting-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Patrick Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O_bBclZ_GL0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAHh8/1DMDOzb7_1o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sYWaF3Snxts/Raj2Jo-UhZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cx7-pCnHkOI/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00042b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
