Saturday, August 9, 2008

*waves*
Hey there guys~ ^^

first off, let's start off with bad news

P: I might not be able to work on manga pages today actually...darn
reason is because there is a birthday party today and Phillipino parties over here usually last from 5 PM to 12 AM so yea...
I might at least sketch out the pages though. so I guess it's not all that bad. :) Manga pages always take me forever, I don't know how so many people update so fast....-_- lol

Now for good news, or jsut regular news...lol. :D

The Olympics opening was mind blowing! seriously!
I'm not into the Olympics, but it was really cool!

The fireworks were so colorful and purdy, plus there was Tai-chi and there was this part where these people were dancing and as they were dancing they were painting/drawing it was very cool~

:D I submitted my 100th piccy!! Go check it out please!! :D
*is too lazy to put a link*

XD

ATTENTION!! THOSE WHO ARE IN MY CONTEST/ARE PLANNING TO DO IT, PLEASE GET YOUR ENTRIES IN SOON!!

The deadline is August 15!!! Please get them in!!

anyways, I got this in an email, and I thought it would be really nice to share with you guys! :)

If you don't believe in the Christian Religion or something like that, I hope you are not offended in anyway. :(
This is for those christian or not anyways, says so at the bottom.
I didn't change anything, this is exactly how it was in the email:

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> > > A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
> > > 17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write
something for a
> > > class. The subject was what Heaven was like.
>
>
>
> 'I wowed 'em,' he later
> > > told his father, Bruce. 'It's a killer. It's the bomb.
>
>
>
> It's the best
> > > thing I ever wrote..' It also was the last.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day.
>
>
>
> He was
> > > driving home from a friend's house when his car went off
Bulen-Pierce
> > > Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.. He emerged
from the
> > > wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was
electrocuted.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among
the family
> > > portraits in the living room. 'I think God used him to make a
point.
>
>
>
> I
> > > think we were meant to find it and make something out of it,'
Mrs.
>
>
>
> Moore
> > > said of the essay.
>
>
>
> She and her husband want to share their son's vision
> > > of life after death. 'I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in
heaven.
>
>
>
> I know
> > > I'll see him.
>
>
>
> '
> > >
> > > Brian's Essay: The Room...
> > >
> > > In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself
in the
> > > room.
>
>
>
> There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall
> > > covered with small index card files.
>
>
>
> They were like the ones in
> > > libraries that list titles by author or subject in
alphabetical order..
> > > But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and
seemingly
> > > endless in either direction, had very different headings.
>
>
>
> As I drew near
> > > the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one
that read
> > > 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through
the cards.
>
>
>
>
> > > I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the
names
> > > written on each one.. And then without being told, I knew
exactly where
> > > I was.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog
system for
> > > my life.
>
>
>
> Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and
> > > small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
>
>
>
> A sense of wonder and
> > > curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began
randomly
> > > opening files and exploring their content.
>
>
>
> Some brought joy and sweet
> > > memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I
would
> > > look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have
> > > betrayed.
>
>
>
> '
> > > The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird
'Books I Have
> > > Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I
Have Laughed
> > > at .
>
>
>
> ' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've
yelled
> > > at my brothers.
>
>
>
> ' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My
> > > Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.
>
>
>
> ' I never
> > > ceased to be surprised by the contents.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > Often there were many more cards than I expected.
>
>
>
> Sometimes fewer than
> > > I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I
had lived.
>
>
>
>
> > > Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill
each of
> > > these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card
confirmed this
> > > truth. Each was written in my own handwriting.
>
>
>
> Each signed with my
> > > signature.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I
> > > realized the files grew to contain their contents.
>
>
>
> The cards were packed
> > > tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the
end of the
> > > file.
>
>
>
> I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by
> > > the vast time I knew that file represented.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a
chill run
> > > through my body.
>
>
>
> I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test
> > > its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed
content..
> > >
> > > I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
>
>
>
> An almost
> > > animal rage broke on me.
>
>
>
> One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever
> > > see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to
destroy
> > > them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the file out.
>
>
>
> Its size didn't matter
> > > now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.
>
>
>
> But as I took it at one end
> > > and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a
single card.
>
>
>
>
> > > I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as
strong as
> > > steel when I tried to tear it.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its
slot.
>
>
>
>
> > > Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long,
self-pitying
> > > sigh.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > And then I saw it... The title bore 'People I Have Shared the
Gospel
> > > With.
>
>
>
> ' The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost
> > > unused.
>
>
>
> I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three
> > > inches long fell into my hands.
>
>
>
> I could count the cards it contained on
> > > one hand.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that
they hurt.
>
>
>
>
> > > They started in my stomach and shook through me.
>
>
>
> I fell on my knees and
> > > cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it
all.
>
>
>
> The
> > > rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.
>
>
>
> No one must ever,
> > > ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
>
>
>
> But then as
> > > I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > No, please not Him. Not here.. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
>
>
>
> I watched
> > > helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards.
>
>
>
> I couldn't
> > > bear to watch His response.
>
>
>
> And in the moments I could bring myself to
> > > look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
>
>
>
> Why did He have to
> > > read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across
the room.
>
>
>
>
> > > He looked at me with pity in His eyes.
>
>
>
> But this was a pity that didn't
> > > anger me.. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands
and began to
> > > cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me.
>
>
>
> He could have said
> > > so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with
me.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.
>
>
>
> Starting at one
> > > end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to
sign His
> > > name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him.
>
>
>
> All I could
> > > find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him.
>
>
>
> His name
> > > shouldn't be on these cards.
>
>
>
> But there it was, written in red so rich,
> > > so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.
>
>
>
> It was written with
> > > His blood. He gently took the card back.
>
>
>
> He smiled a sad smile and began
> > > to sign the cards.
>
>
>
> I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so
> > > quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the
last file
> > > and walk back to my side.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.
>
>
>
> ' I stood
> > > up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its
door.
>
>
>
> There
> > > were still cards to be written.
>
>
>
>
> > >
> > > 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that
whoever
> > > believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.'-John
3:16.
>
>
>
> 'I
> > > can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil.
4:13.
>
>
>
> If
> > > you feel the same way, repost it so the love of Jesus will
touch their
> > > lives also.
>
>
>
> My ' People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger,
> > > how about yours?
> > >
> > > IF THERE IS ONE BULLITON THAT I HAVE READ THAT NEEDS TO GO
AROUND THE
> > > WORLD, IT IS THIS ONE, FOR THE CHRISTIAN OR NOT!

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It made me cry the first time I read this. ;_;
it's a very meaningful message. I DON'T WANT JESUS TO SIGN MY CARDS!! T^T *hugs Jesus* ;_;

btw, this isn't any tag thing like the 8 facts, this is just something I wanted to share with ya'll. :)

*cries* school starts on the 25...T^T
I really need to get done with my summer homework. I think I'm going to type the summary part today....:O

well, I'm going to go now~ ^^ Take care guys! I love you all~ :)

*super huggles*
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