<?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-4255645092499833326</id><updated>2012-01-04T00:33:49.443-08:00</updated><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Godchicks'/><category term='visitations'/><category term='Special Occasions'/><category term='Funny Experiences'/><category term='Kalong'/><category term='camp trips'/><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>jasypants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-5012524333519876237</id><published>2010-03-17T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:32:26.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for my Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please pray for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago, I mentioned that my dad had a blocked vein in his brain and it was keeping him from focusing his vision (getting dizzy) and it had effected his hearing as well. I'm requesting a prayer for my dad. That his operation, which will be either on Wednesday or Thursday of next week, to be successful, and without fail BECAUSE GOD ALWAYS PREVAILS. I pray that God will unblock the passageway of the vein and let the blood and other natural substances (fluid, etc) be able to easily get through so that it can fulfill its duty in his body. I pray that God opens my dad's mind in a new light and as well as the doctors treating him in his surgery. I know that God will prevail cause He Always Does. In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-5012524333519876237?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5012524333519876237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=5012524333519876237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5012524333519876237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5012524333519876237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-pray-for-my-dad.html' title='Please pray for my Dad!'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2658842955142878623</id><published>2010-02-26T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:53:51.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm always tired now. But that's okay!&lt;br /&gt;So much homework to do. Not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm gonna be bored, right? :]&lt;br /&gt;So what is everyone else up to?&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to the 1040 with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can go though, haha x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewriting my Japanese song.&lt;br /&gt;So it'd be easier for me to compose it&amp;amp; to sing it.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to help me compose it? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Wb for those who went to Boston and came back.&lt;br /&gt;What else is there? I think this is all jibberish tho.&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasypants.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. cavity wasn't a cavity. false alarm. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2658842955142878623?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2658842955142878623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2658842955142878623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2658842955142878623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2658842955142878623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-weekend.html' title='busy weekend'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-295419106839395520</id><published>2010-02-07T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:12:30.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast&amp;pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fasting on sweets. 1 year or so. Praying for open hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God is telling me it's time for more fasting and praying.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I use to not be tempted by sweets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it's different. I want to return to that state I was in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any cavities for over a decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently, I got 2 cavities. WHAT? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe God is telling me that I need to once again,&lt;br /&gt;stand strong in front of the enemy and show them who's boss x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-295419106839395520?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/295419106839395520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=295419106839395520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/295419106839395520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/295419106839395520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2010/02/fast_07.html' title='fast&amp;pray'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7613759702946261711</id><published>2010-01-29T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:49:05.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010; interesting year so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been an interesting year so far as 2010 started. So many things have happened and my mind is all over the place. All I can really remember is family gathering, school starting, finally starting our little "klishay" project/experiment, my dad's health, and trying to challenge myself to new and harder music/songs (like singing it I mean). Unfortunately, due to all that, I haven't had the time to write any new songs which I'm pretty disappointed in myself about. But above all that, I'm still eternally grateful for what God has done this past 29 days of 2010. I'm determined to learn how to sing acapella by the end of this year, read music (I know it's possible! I just gotta focus, hehe), [read the rest of Ezekiel with Alice], read at least half of the books I haven't read that I have laying around my house, and continue on with our little "klishay" project/experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you'd like to help me, go for it. I'd love your help ^_^ And in return, I will sincerely and willingly help you on whatever it is you need help on. This is kind of a short update for you since I know you haven't seen or really heard from me for a while. I'm very sorry for that. It's been crazy recently. Well, that and the fact that this past Sunday, I had a family gathering so I couldn't make it to church. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7613759702946261711?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7613759702946261711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7613759702946261711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7613759702946261711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7613759702946261711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-interesting-year-so-far.html' title='2010; interesting year so far'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6910885347855480234</id><published>2009-12-12T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:24:29.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly High pt 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My newest edition of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Paris by Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; #98 gave me a really good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Or if you don't understand what I mean then I'll just say that it gave me a really good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's Fly High in 2010."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can decipher it however you'd like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6910885347855480234?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6910885347855480234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6910885347855480234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6910885347855480234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6910885347855480234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/12/fly-high-pt-1.html' title='Fly High pt 1'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2586766124357240450</id><published>2009-10-31T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:59:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Children (Vid by WongFu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was rewatching some old videos by WongFu and I came across this one video that just caught my heart's attention. This video was released October 7th 2005 which was pretty long ago but I would just like to remind you of what's out there in the world, not just America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZ0N0E9rZuI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZ0N0E9rZuI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2586766124357240450?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2586766124357240450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2586766124357240450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2586766124357240450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2586766124357240450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/invisible-children-vid-by-wongfu.html' title='Invisible Children (Vid by WongFu)'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4887099372448163393</id><published>2009-10-28T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:11:21.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Miracle I say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know me.&lt;br /&gt;So this shouldnt be too hard to calculate.&lt;br /&gt;You know that...&lt;br /&gt;Jasypants + Science classes = epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;So add Micro to that equation... it'd be...&lt;br /&gt;Jasypants + Microbiology&lt;br /&gt;Then add "6 week course" to the equation so...&lt;br /&gt;Jasypants + Microbiology +[in a] 6 week course&lt;br /&gt;What does that equal to?&lt;br /&gt;That's right! Major epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER! Here's a new equation for you.&lt;br /&gt;One that helps us get the equation RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GOD +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jasypants + Microbiology +[in a] 6 week course&lt;br /&gt;equals to..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;EPIC VICTORY! ^^V I passed!&lt;br /&gt;It's ALLLLLLLLLLL thanks to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to a certain someone: Sorry I keep forgetting to give you back your book. If you want to sell it, how much for? [I will give you the money when I see you] If you want the book back, I will write it down the moment you tell me an answer! Haha.. thanks a bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4887099372448163393?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4887099372448163393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4887099372448163393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4887099372448163393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4887099372448163393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-miracle-i-say.html' title='It&apos;s a Miracle I say...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4670048944498820042</id><published>2009-10-26T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:35:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Your Groove On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alright. I know most of you know that I'm a very stiff person during worship. LAWLS. I admit it. I've never liked dancing during worship even if it's an upbeat song. I mean, I'll clap and stuff, but dancing ... I think you'd have to make me your puppet in order for me to dance. HAHA, yeah I know, sad. However, this past Sunday, I came to church as my usual self - a stiff Jasypants. But during worship, I just felt like dancing. I danced more during this past Sunday, then I ever did at church since I came. I can't say in my life cause I did take dancing class during this past Spring. Haha... but afterwards, it felt good. A small part - I'd like to give credit to, is Johnny, Mathias, Paul, and Jennifer. Since they were in my peripheral viewsight and it was RIGHT NEXT TO ME, haha. The rest though is ALL God for making me feel like dancing. Haha :] So... for the first time in a VERY long time - I just remembered I danced this one time with Alice like crazy.. but yeah, very vague - I got my groove on. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Jasypants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4670048944498820042?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4670048944498820042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4670048944498820042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4670048944498820042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4670048944498820042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/gettin-your-groove-on.html' title='Gettin&apos; Your Groove On...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4232694101754200408</id><published>2009-10-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:04:38.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning under God is way more fun :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, as I was in class, I had a little revelation that totally shocked me. I had never thought of my financial worries as of now to be like this because of certain divine appointments. I always put myself in deep thought when I get super bored, wherever I am. People would usually ask me if I was daydreaming. I don't really think that's the right word to use in this case. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My revelation:&lt;br /&gt;When an old [best] friend of mine and I were still very close. Only a couple of you know her. I had saved a lot of money [at the time it seems like a lot of money and I value money so I still think it's a lot of money, haha]. Well, we were the opposite when it came to spending. She'd save, I'd occasionally spend at special times of the year all of that money I'd save up; usually I'd save up for months, treat myself, save again - easily. I guess you can say that I probably didn't really pay attention and was just saving it, hoping to spend it in the end. Well, after she and I departed ways, another good friend and I are now, somewhat going through the same thing. She spends mindlessly, even sometimes on things she prob won't even use or whatnot, with the money she's saved since she was young, very young. On the other hand, since I was somewhat quickly losing the money I had saved up from my previous spend, I felt really irritable and disappointed in myself about it. (*note: I always spend but leave at least $10 - $50 dollars behind so that it can help me save up again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I realized that she was brought back to me from God to make me realize about my past; that I should really start paying attention to what I have saved and what I have spent because of this economy. Also, that I can learn from her wreckless spending from time to time to change my habits. So now, I've been slowly but surely, saving money when I can and buying things I will really use. I even have a list I wrote of things I would like to buy if possible/necessary but I told myself that if I can't get it by the time they run out in stock, I would be sad about it and that it's just God telling me that I don't need it. =] Do you wanna see the list I have so far? Hahah, it's pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Wont show you. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4232694101754200408?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4232694101754200408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4232694101754200408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4232694101754200408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4232694101754200408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-under-god-is-way-more-fun.html' title='Learning under God is way more fun :]'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-656911107900890641</id><published>2009-10-11T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:24:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@jaesonma &amp; more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're prob wondering why I put "@jaesonma" instead of just his name. I'm too use to twitter at the moment so forgive me. :D I'm not promoting it or anything; just letting you know if I start doing that all of a sudden and doing it a lot. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on. There's just so much to talk about when it comes to FRESH09. However, I'll mention ONE thing that I knew was totally from God. Alright, these past couple of months, I've been thinking a lot about music and whatnot; lyrics and just a song, a specific song actually. It's called LIFE. Well, I've always had a feeling that Jaeson Ma would be a good candidate to sing a song called LIFE to just touch people's hearts about the meaning of LIFE and whatnot. Well, when Jaeson started his debut at FRESH09 last night, the first song he sang was a song by the same title LIFE. Immediately, I was blown away by it and started laughing and smiling about it. I kept saying, "I can't believe this! No! I can! It's totally from God! Omgosh! This is soo crazy!" (LOL *cough karen cough*) If you guys want to rip Jaeson's single CD, just contact me to borrow it. I already have 1 person who wanted to borrow it once I'm doing listening to it a bajillion times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, next. So this morning, when I was about to eat breakfast, I prayed (of course) before and it wasn't like I didn't want to say the word "revival" or anything but it wasn't what I was going for in my morning's prayer. I tried to overcome saying it and after 5 times, I gave up because I realized that God wanted me to say it even if it's not what I was going for. So I said it. After I said it, in my mind, I automatically knew that something will happen, a certain new and different revival will happen today. During the worship, Annie said that she felt a revival within' ourselves is occuring and I had my eyes closed at the time and when she said that, I literally and immediately opened my eyes. I started smiling and giggling a little and got into the worship even more than I was before I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; another thing. After the concert, the rest of us went to eat at Garden Cafe. Lately, I haven't eaten a huge amount like I usually would before. So typically (now at least) my dish looked like I barely touched it. However, I was eating. It reminded me of when a good friend of mine, Anna, was eating a salad from Carls and she was like nonstop eating it but every time I looked at her plate, it looked the same. (LAWLS!) That's what happened with my dish. So in the end, I decided to take it home. Once I got home, my dad mentioned something about how he hasn't eaten. I looked at my box of food and was like, "You haven't eaten!? Well there yah go! My treat! Have all you want, hahahaha I'm not going to be eating it until tomorrow if no one eats it" And later on, he came into my room and asked me if it was really alright for him to eat it &amp;amp; I was like, "Heck ya" and he was like "oh okay .. yeah perfect timing when you came home cause I was super hungry" and I laughed (but he was in his room by this time) and said "It's alllllllll God's timing" (: I literally said after, "God, you are so good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today's msg was NEATTTTT. Sarah Yang. That sistah is so blessed and annointed! I need to still buy her book. x___x Haven't gotten a chance to do that. Her msg today was what I think about a quarter of the time. So when she talked about this, it really got me thinking some more about it. I understood what she was talking about; understood everything. I even wondered to myself, guiltying myself, "where has your kindness, your forgiving, and loving self gone to, Jasmine?" I literally thought about that the entire time and I still am right now. It gave my heart so much heaviness because I looked at myself recently, this past year, and I can only say I was truly kind, truly forgiving, and loving only a couple of times this past year. It was so heartbreaking to me that I wasn't as kind, as forgiving, and as loving as I was before. (Those of you who dont agree with me, *Sigh it's alright - but those of you who've seen me that way know what I mean .. I think, HAHA God is good) Yeah. The end. Nah, just kidding. So I think I'm going to give myself a do-over. I.... forgot what I was gonna put. HAHA oh wells! God is good. (: That's all I can say right now but of course, you all already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just some things I'd like to announce/promote:&lt;br /&gt;Make Abortion &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/causes/54876?m=40c37195"&gt;UNTHINKABLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaeson Ma's new movie &lt;a href="http://www.1040movie.com/"&gt;1040&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check those out! (: Thanks for reading. I'm so joyful. THANK YOU JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-656911107900890641?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/656911107900890641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=656911107900890641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/656911107900890641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/656911107900890641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaesonma-more.html' title='@jaesonma &amp; more...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2209446490149406052</id><published>2009-10-04T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:01:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;God takes me away to that secret place &amp;amp; gives me lyrics from His heart. Forget about sleep, forget about studying, forget about homework, I rather be with Him and write the longing of His heart and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Can I Do -&lt;br /&gt;written &amp;amp; composed by Mark Hendrickson&lt;br /&gt;sung by Laura Hackett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2209446490149406052?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2209446490149406052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2209446490149406052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2209446490149406052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2209446490149406052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-it-when.html' title='I love it when...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4441131247849620665</id><published>2009-09-22T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:32:10.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God pulled me away from hw to give me this. TYGOD! GO4GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was finally starting on my History research homework, God pulled me away to give me new lyrics. Unfortunately however, I couldn't finish the other one just yet, BUT I WILL! I am actually satisfied with the current one I'm about to let you read. Anyways, GO4GOD! :] All credit goes to our Wonderful Father! *applauds* TEEHEE ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What These Eyes See by Jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the river flows&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ocean it goes&lt;br /&gt;How could I face&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful scene&lt;br /&gt;with such mercy and grace&lt;br /&gt;and a shoulder to lean (on).&lt;br /&gt;Tears coming down&lt;br /&gt;Gravity pulling it down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;To paint a picture for you&lt;br /&gt;To show you what these eyes see&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;To help you feel what I feel&lt;br /&gt;To show you that He is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;Darkness will soon have to hide&lt;br /&gt;How could I frown&lt;br /&gt;When I look upon it&lt;br /&gt;Its light shines bright upon me&lt;br /&gt;and gives me the lift I need&lt;br /&gt;Heart is racing&lt;br /&gt;Angels are here, and I'm under their wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;Let Your rain fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I must Copyright all these. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Heart, Jasypants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4441131247849620665?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4441131247849620665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4441131247849620665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4441131247849620665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4441131247849620665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-pulled-me-away-from-hw-to-give-me.html' title='God pulled me away from hw to give me this. TYGOD! GO4GOD!'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7306719950893496100</id><published>2009-09-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:12:10.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unofficial Late "Song" for Austen Javelin Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm calling it unofficial because I haven't exactly finished it yet. Still need improvement on the 1st verse &amp;amp; the Chorus. However, I can reassure you that it'll be done by the end of this coming week. I'm very sorry that I didn't go to IMPACT today. I hope you guys didn't miss me much, haha. I woke up late which wasn't what I planned &amp;amp; had to study for Anatomy WHICH at this very moment, I am still doing so... ADD OIL! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I've been listening to Jaeson Ma's single LOVE &amp;amp; FM's Animal CD, I suddenly got this inspiration to write a "late" (hence the title of this entry) "song" for Austen Javelin Lee. It's unofficial in another sense because it's not really a song because I can't compose music at the moment so yea, haha. Aww, I know. I am sad to say that I kind of forgot the lyrics God gave me the night before I actually wrote this "song" down and regret not writing it down when He gave it to me, but I'm sure that He'll give me even better lyrics! So stay tuned! When I'm really done with it, I'll post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an update so you guys don't think I've left you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jasypants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7306719950893496100?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7306719950893496100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7306719950893496100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7306719950893496100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7306719950893496100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/unofficial-late-song-for-austen-javelin.html' title='Unofficial Late &quot;Song&quot; for Austen Javelin Lee'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-795140208151636653</id><published>2009-09-07T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:43:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people don't listen to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently, people - even the close friends - don't listen to me at all or something. So when I open my mouth, what do you hear? LOL I know everyone gets distracted and all and that's one of the reasons why I repeat myself a lot to everyone about certain things. Sometimes I ask myself, "why do you even bother, Jaz, when you know they don't listen?" I always don't know how to answer that. I guess I just hope people listen? Yea. Maybe that's it. Makes sense. *Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this past weekend, I spent my days with 4Cthepower; they help young people such as you and I (unless you're not) bring out the creative side to our knowledge, and with Wong Fu Productions, Tom Ngo, KevJumba, Far*east Movement (FM), (somewhat Jaeson Ma; saw him though! With his mother), Quest Dance Crew, and David Choi. Also, if any of you know who Cassie is, she made a special appearance at the ISA concert which blew my mind away! Didn't expect that to happen at all. ISA concert itself was terrific. These guys are super talented that even Jaeson Ma supports them! Terrific guys (with 1 girl Lydia Paek) who are people just like you and I. Wong Fu started in SG/Alhambra whereas FM started in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNABANANA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NANCYLETRAN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAESEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - which is actually a nickname I'm giving him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATTIEPARAGAS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JASONANGELES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;AARON&lt;/span&gt;) were interviewed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt; and will be on youtube soon. First interview was with Tom Ngo and got to hang with him a little - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he just wanted to interview the first people in line&lt;/span&gt; :P He's cool though, very real and totally hilarious. Second interview was with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGKPOP&lt;/span&gt; press with Nikki (unless she spells it differently, ha) and unfortunately it was only the four of us: Anna Banana, Nancy Le Tran, Kaesen, and me. Got a hug from Tom Ngo! :D It was niiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who were wondering where in the world I was on Sunday, I did mention for like 3 weeks that I wasn't gonna be able to go to Church because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Another thing. There was something else that came out of this that I was worried about before. I managed to give FM and Jaeson Ma Johnny's CDs. I had two of them, which were suppose to be birthday presents for two of my friends, but I knew this was once in a year thing so I just had to change my plans. When the concert was done, I was in a desperate mode. HA. Sad. I felt so embarrassed for doing it though but I was glad I did. When the four of us didn't get a chance to get a meet and greet with the artists cause a quarter of the General Adm people went to the VIP line, we basically got pwned (or should I say ripped off by them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um... Kaesen and I decided to go to the back cause that's where they prob be. I was kind of nervous about doing it (plus I didn't get to see Jaeson Ma after the concert either. Couldn't spot him anywhere which was a huge bummer to me). However, as we were walking back there, we passed by someone that looked A LOT LIKE DJ VIRMAN from FM. Anna was like "wow he looks a lot like dj virman. I wonder if that's him." I tooked at him for a really long time and thought so myself that it prob is but since they weren't sure we decided not to go up to him cause no one - no girls - were going up to him and he's pretty popular cause he worked with Power 106.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the back; failure. There was a few girls waiting there too and we talked to them a little and when one of them saw Kev Jumba and Phil looking out they gestured us to come over and we were like O_O Yey? xD But this one chick kind of pushed us away. Fortunately, Phil ruined DJ Virman's plan on being like the fans and trying to get an autograph. It was so funny and cute of him. He was right behind me and I knew that God gave me this chance to give it to them. After I turned around, Anna gestured me about it. He was talking to Phil about it and I literally said to him (didn't wanna ask if he's Virman cause that'd just be so sad if his fans didn't even know if it's him and I was totally certain that it was him):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me - "Hi, excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;Virman - "Oh, hey there."&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Um I was just wondering if it was possible if ... You guys work, talk to Jaeson Ma, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Virman - "Ohhh, Jaeson. Yeah from time to time. He was here today actually.&lt;br /&gt;Me - "Oh, yeah I know but I didn't get a chance to meet up with him and I really wanted to give you guys and Jaeson these CDs"&lt;br /&gt;(Handed him the CDs while he continued listening to me - he actually LISTENED TO ME lol *cough)&lt;br /&gt;Me - "as a gift"&lt;br /&gt;Virman - Ohhh, thanks! Cool, yeah. I'll totally give it to them. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kind of forgot if he said anything else after that. Argh, forgot to tell him my name cause I was so overwhelmed by the fact that it was him! xD Yes... still. Plus, Anna was like asking him for a picture and stuff so I joined in. One with her and him, one of him and me. After that, all I said was thank you soooooo much and walked off. How stupid, right? xD But I have twitter so I can easily contact them. Left them a message so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a doll.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jasypants&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it was so funny after the concert b/c everyone who was leaving bumped up the song "girls on the dance floor" by FM while they drove off lol&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s here's a littl' something something for you guys to watch :D made by my very own friend TONYDANG: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=151969593326"&gt;ISABABY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-795140208151636653?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/795140208151636653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=795140208151636653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/795140208151636653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/795140208151636653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/09/people-dont-listen-to-me.html' title='people don&apos;t listen to me'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1609539030495804442</id><published>2009-08-23T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:30:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long long day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;a handful of impacters were drunk in the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;it was a sight you had to see;&lt;br /&gt;a sight I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;i will always remember Momo's drunken self,&lt;br /&gt;bouncing around the place&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when she wasn't doing that,&lt;br /&gt;she could barely walk, let alone stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though I didn't get that drunk in the Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;I did get SOMETHING from Momo; Laughter &amp;amp; Heat&lt;br /&gt;couldn't breathe in the car when the laughter&lt;br /&gt;started up again to the point where we both got tired of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the CDs.&lt;br /&gt;Will advertise them on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get DRRRRUUUUUUUNNKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;in the HHOOLLYYYY SSPPIIIIRRIIIITT, OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;jasypants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I am so proud of Jeff (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1609539030495804442?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1609539030495804442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1609539030495804442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1609539030495804442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1609539030495804442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-long-day.html' title='long long day'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4494261182827931938</id><published>2009-08-19T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:17:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISA &amp; ENDLESS LONGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright. I know what you've all been thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Jasmine hasn't come for a while," SHIKASHI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this past Sunday, I did attend the service;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;start to finish and even stayed a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've had one heck of a summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, though.&lt;br /&gt;For not going to IMPACT for so long&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;for not being able to go to summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;Relatives came back from NYC to visit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;we're all trying to give them a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&amp;amp;Madeline are so very kyuuuute. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since class ended for me, I've been thinking about&lt;br /&gt;a certain motive I've had before (not including writing):&lt;br /&gt;VIDEOING :D haha&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, Anna and I will be videoing ourselves&lt;br /&gt;for a special purpose that we've been talking about&lt;br /&gt;for half of the summer &amp;amp; in which we're so very excited about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERNATIONAL SECRET AGENTS 2009!&lt;br /&gt;(at the SAN GABRIEL MISSION PLAYHOUSE)&lt;br /&gt;They're going to have many asian talent groups there&lt;br /&gt;making this a huge concert for many who have followed&lt;br /&gt;each&amp;amp;every one of their works, whether they're:&lt;br /&gt;*KevJumba, Bruno Mars, GLP, Kina Grannis,&lt;br /&gt;*David Choi, *Quest Dance Crew,&lt;br /&gt;*Wong Fu Productions &amp;amp; *Far East Movement (FM)&lt;br /&gt;hosted by their very own Lydia Paek &amp;amp; Tom Ngo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be sending in a video of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;"just for the heck of it" and "for kicks"&lt;br /&gt;as a contestant for a chance to win free tickets to the concert&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;to say something indirectly to Wong Fu Productions&amp;amp;FM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philly-Wes-Ted &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Kevnish-Jsplif-Prohgress-Catch-DjVirman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we met them on Monday already&lt;br /&gt;Our main goal in making that video is probably to&lt;br /&gt;erase our shyness, build us some guts, &amp;amp; be ourselves;&lt;br /&gt;something not many of you have seen of me, let alone anna&lt;br /&gt;(there's only been a few of you IMPACTers who have&lt;br /&gt;*cough Alice cough* [= )&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is but one more goal to this:&lt;br /&gt;Say good luck to those who are actually competing in this contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert is sponsored by JC PENNYs,&lt;br /&gt;a store in which I shop at half of the time I go to the mall&lt;br /&gt;When you enter into this contest, you're suppose to wear&lt;br /&gt;something from JC PENNYs &amp;amp; guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of their clothing; enough to lend out for this video.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after this, I'm planning on doing more videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I don't follow through,&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy schedule during fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing...&lt;br /&gt;about JOHNNY WANG's "Endless Longing" CD&lt;br /&gt;I will be advertising it as much as I can wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;I might even advertise it in the video.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;I want people to hear the soothing&amp;amp;heart-melting songs&lt;br /&gt;that Johnny has been so patiently been working on for&lt;br /&gt;more than 1 year (I'm guessing, haha)&lt;br /&gt;I did say it before &amp;amp; I can say it again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Johnny's music will melt the hearts of nations because whenever I hear it, it melts mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an update of what's been going on in&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine's life during the summer time, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for another update at another time &amp;amp; month.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :P&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. CHECK THIS OUT:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fareastmovement.com/st/isa-la-ticket-touring-pt-1/&lt;br /&gt;pictures from the tour. anna and i are in it, towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;however, unfortunately, we don't look too happy xD&lt;br /&gt;we didn't know we were gonna take pictures and I thought there's more!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, they're gonna have a ustream FMTV soon&lt;br /&gt;which in that, we do look happy so yeah :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4494261182827931938?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4494261182827931938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4494261182827931938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4494261182827931938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4494261182827931938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/08/isa-endless-longing.html' title='ISA &amp; ENDLESS LONGING'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4234089041549720597</id><published>2009-07-31T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:33:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of summer courses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's decided. I'm going to pray super hard that I get a good grade in Micro because honestly, I think I bombed the final today. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4234089041549720597?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4234089041549720597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4234089041549720597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4234089041549720597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4234089041549720597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-of-summer-courses.html' title='last day of summer courses'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-820363660614062590</id><published>2009-07-20T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:02:26.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu (H1N1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please pray for my good friend Jeunesse. She just got the news earlier tonight that she had been infected with Swine Flu. Please pray for a quick recovery so that she may be able to resume class with full energy given to her by our Father. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-820363660614062590?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/820363660614062590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=820363660614062590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/820363660614062590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/820363660614062590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/07/swine-flu-h1n1.html' title='Swine Flu (H1N1)'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8437930977008764728</id><published>2009-06-26T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:18:36.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I admit, it's been a while since I've blogged. I haven't had the motivation to do so so forgive me, please. I hope everybody is doing swell. Lots been going on, like usual. It started with birthdays, graduations, having a bonding moment in my classes, memorial service, heartbreak, transformers 2, to a lunch gathering with my old dance classmates. Of course, God has been teasing me with certain things and the devil trying to apprehend me; however, God has prevailed once again! I saved about 300 dollars worth of supplies for microbiology (cough) and got a passing grade (a C or above) in a class I had to retake from fall. I have gotten more motivated from having such a long relaxing semester which I somewhat regretted, but still cherished and enjoyed. God is ever so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8437930977008764728?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8437930977008764728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8437930977008764728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8437930977008764728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8437930977008764728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7860192352303076213</id><published>2009-05-28T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:43:10.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a dream of an old crush I had back in January. What he said is still vivid to me even now, hours after I have woken up from my dream. I wonder what it means. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7860192352303076213?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7860192352303076213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7860192352303076213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7860192352303076213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7860192352303076213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-526879667428292679</id><published>2009-05-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:03:43.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant that Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You don't start worshipping with your wallet, but with your heart - Mike Kingsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that Word.&lt;br /&gt;Let's open up that bank account within' the kingdom of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-526879667428292679?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/526879667428292679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=526879667428292679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/526879667428292679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/526879667428292679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/plant-that-seed.html' title='Plant that Seed'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-316075970307225688</id><published>2009-05-23T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:59:04.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodbye, Steven.&lt;br /&gt;See you in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless &amp;amp; anoint the HECK out of you.&lt;br /&gt;You will inspire others; He will use you well.&lt;br /&gt;We love you &amp;amp; so does He. Never forget.&lt;br /&gt;He'll always be there for you &amp;amp; we will too.&lt;br /&gt;You're a blessing to us, always.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, come back and visit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't noticed, it's been HOT this past week. JFA went really well, if you wanted to know. We got to talk to a lot of people and helped them out with information to avoid abortion. It was crazy and intense though, but we persevered and God is incredible.  He provides and we're eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffa's birthday was crazy (: The end.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's prayer meeting is the best in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;- God's heavy presence.&lt;br /&gt;- Full of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;- Full of encouragement for Steven.&lt;br /&gt;(*Reminder: WE LOVE YOU BRO!)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Felt heat below where I sat while praying/interceding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(*It was very hot, literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside jokes are the best. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-316075970307225688?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/316075970307225688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=316075970307225688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/316075970307225688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/316075970307225688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-hot.html' title='It&apos;s been HOT'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1793283906095838604</id><published>2009-05-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:58:49.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just want to remind all of you that Saturday, May 16th is our first seminar of Justice For All exhibit at PCC at the Harbeson Hall and the Galloway Plaza. If you cannot make it tomorrow, there's another three days of it on the 18th to 20th of next week. I hope you can join us at PCC any time on those days to really get out there and stand up for the little ones who do not have a voice to say anything about abortion. Tomorrow, it's at 9am to 2pm. If you want, you can contact me at (626) 410-5415 or Alice Wang at (626) 807-3249. I'll have updates for Monday through Wednesday later on this weekend. (Or... you can come tomorrow and find out! Haha, jk! But... you can still come tomorrow lol) If you're wondering, it's basically a training on how to talk to people who oppose our viewpoint without really getting into a debate/argument with them, instead with peace, joy, love, and kindness. Hosted by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Koinonia Christian Club and Justice For All, a pro-life group in Texas. Outreach is going to take place on the 18th to 20th from 9 am to 3:30 pm. (reach me only, not alice lol she wont be able to make it on those days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;want to learn more? visit their site at www.jfaweb.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hope to see you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;with love, jasmine ngo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1793283906095838604?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1793283906095838604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1793283906095838604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1793283906095838604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1793283906095838604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/jfa.html' title='JFA'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4047677694955014116</id><published>2009-05-09T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:34:34.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Harry Potter Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember in one of the Harry Potter movies where someone tried to fix Harry's arm when it got broken from his game, but failed? ..and his arm became all bendable because it had no bones? Well... it's ok if you don't remember. It felt like a dream, but I doubt that it was. Haha. I woke up and somewhat knew that my right arm was super numb from weirdly sleeping on it. However, what I didn't know was that it was morbidly, horridly, and disturbingly (I know they're all nearly the same kind of words haha) numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;def. of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morbid&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suggesting an unhealthy mental state or attitude; unwholesomely gloomy, sensitive, extreme, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;def. of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;horrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; - extremely unpleasant or disagreeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;def. of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; - upsetting or disquieting; dismaying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fyi if you didnt know what these words meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, I even felt it even more so in my heart. I tried to turn to my other side. Tried moving my arm with me and it landed on the bed with a thump. That's when I really woke up. This happened around 7 something this morning. I tried to lift up my arm so it could stand vertically in front of me. It was somewhat hard to do. As it was slowly being lifted up, it seriously felt like the radius and the ulna bone of my right forearm didn't even exist. I wanted to see if my mind was playing tricks on me so I decided to test it out. I moved my forearm from side to side and it scared me. My mind wasn't playing tricks on me. It really did seem like I had no radius or ulna bone in my forearm. I immediately dropped my arm down onto my bed vertically from my eye viewpoint. A minute later, I lifted it back up and decided to put pressure on a certain area of my forearm. I put pressure at the area probably short of where the elbow is (so maybe 3 cm from the elbow) and on the radius part of my forearm. I left it there still pushing pressure onto it for about a minute and finally started getting my feeling back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it scared me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hope you guys know what im talking about (about the arm stuff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; if not, the forearm is the side of your arm that is closest to your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; radius bone connects on the thumb side of your forearm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and the ulna bone connects on the opposite side of your thumb all the way to your elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what did this mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4047677694955014116?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4047677694955014116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4047677694955014116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4047677694955014116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4047677694955014116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/harry-potter-moment.html' title='A Harry Potter Moment'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1031399386768947415</id><published>2009-05-03T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:18:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is GOOOOOOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I thank You for this past week.&lt;br /&gt;Got tons of help and revelations from You.&lt;br /&gt;I even received an amazing abundance of Your money.&lt;br /&gt;Your timing, might I say once again, is the best.&lt;br /&gt;I love you oh so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it enough, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1031399386768947415?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1031399386768947415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1031399386768947415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1031399386768947415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1031399386768947415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-goooooood.html' title='God is GOOOOOOOD.'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8248193921199264956</id><published>2009-04-24T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:42:58.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vast ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     As I was standing at the edge of the shoreline,&lt;br /&gt;     the wind blew at me fresh air with medium speed.&lt;br /&gt;     Birds flew on low,&lt;br /&gt;     not caring who was invading their space.&lt;br /&gt;     I looked beyond the vast ocean,&lt;br /&gt;     filled with darkness and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;     How I long to walk across that morbid land,&lt;br /&gt;     in the mist that I'll be forgotten by all.&lt;br /&gt;     How it does scare me to walk on such a land,&lt;br /&gt;     until I think of You, my Guider and Friend.&lt;br /&gt;     With that thought in mind,&lt;br /&gt;     I can walk on this vast ocean water without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;     Anywhere I'm standing is the land we call home,&lt;br /&gt;     but I feel lost amongst all these earthly desires.&lt;br /&gt;     I want to run away from here,&lt;br /&gt;     and You're the Lighthouse that is leading me home.&lt;br /&gt;           - Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach last night. Had a bonfire and everything. Took a "romantic" stroll on the shoreline with a couple of people. I literally went back and forth to the bonfire and the shoreline, but I didn't even get to reach the bonfire when more people would come in like pairs down to the shoreline. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert, me, and Chow -&gt; were gonna head back until 2 more people came.&lt;br /&gt;Albert, me, Jeunesse, Eddy, and Chow -&gt; they raced back, 1 person was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and me -&gt;turned around &amp;amp; saw 2 people running towards us.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy, me, Albert, and Anna -&gt; Albert &amp;amp; Anna raced back.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy and I walked a little more and then walked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring running on the sand!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with God. Everything He makes is beautiful. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8248193921199264956?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8248193921199264956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8248193921199264956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8248193921199264956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8248193921199264956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/04/vast-ocean.html' title='vast ocean'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7601347481375393405</id><published>2009-04-12T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:32:29.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy easter, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the Holy Spirit fills your hearts and tenderizes them, molds them, and puts in there the confidence, love, compassion, and obedience to do God's will as you have made a covenant with the Father and have made a decision on your part to do His will for the rest of your lives. I pray may the Holy Spirit be that motherly guidance in your lives to walk straight forward on the path that our Father have created for us. God sent his only son down to Earth to be crucified for our sake, for our sins. There is no greater love than this. Not only that but He rose up from the grave in 3 days time; death has been beaten. God is good and He will continue His goodness throughout the years and let us remember that and be gracious, thankful, and joyful that our Father is the most kind, powerful, and faithful Father that has ever lived. He is the true living God and may everyone know that. I pray that as His children, we continue to walk on this path He made for us with boldness, faithfulness, confidence and without doubt, obedient and willing, patience and compassion as what the Father and His son have done. I also pray that whatever happens, good or bad, we still keep faith in our Father for He is faithful to His word. I pray that we put all our troubles in His hands so that He can straighten it out for us for when we trust in Him, the outcome is victory; I proclaim it in His name. I pray in His Mighty Name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's update on what happened this past weekend, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST THING&lt;/span&gt;: I had to write a rejection letter to a certain person with a good friend of mine, Anna. We spent an hour trying to figure out how to make it sound less painful for them. I know you're shocked that someone actually liked me (LOL) because I was. Anyway, as I was writing this rejection letter to him, I got two revelations. The first revelation that God gave me was this: this guy is not the right guy for me, however hard I try to think of him that way, it won't happen (lol harsh I know). The second revelation that I got was this: I can understand now how my best friend Darin felt 6 and a half years ago when he knew I was in love with him; that guilt of not being able to give back that love that they have for us. I think I can smile at him more casually than I could have before and I thank this person for that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND THING&lt;/span&gt;: I got a chance to talk to Anna's boyfriend, Chris, more about our Father. You see, Chris was and kind of is still a Christian. From talking to him this day I realized one thing; talking to other Christians who question the Bible and doubt its truth is one of the hardest things to encounter. If you think that going through trials is hard, think again. I've been through many trials and I wouldn't be who I am right now if I didn't. I'm thankful for that. However, the questions Chris asked me really hit me; no, not making me rethink about our Father, but more like making me want to find that answer that he's longing for. He told me about a story of his friend, whom I forgot to ask for the name of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE'S THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;: His friend and his friend's dad are the only two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEW&lt;/span&gt; devoted Christians that Chris admired. His friend read the word and also lived it; as well as his dad too. All his life, he'd pray to God about his dad, asking God to keep his dad's health in order (healthy). Then one day, they found out that his dad got cancer. Bummer, right? So right when he heard this, he prayed for 5 years to God asking Him to heal his dad. So in a nutshell, his dad still died from cancer. During this, he had to go to Mexico in his dad's place because his dad was in the hospital. Chris went to go visit him everyday for his friend and one day, his friend's dad said this to him: I'm not ready to die yet. I don't want to die yet. I can't let my son down. (meaning, he mustn't die since they've all been praying for 5 years. He and his dad are the only family members they have). It took Chris by surprise and just hit him really hard about this whole situation. So continuing, his dad died, right? Now, after this happened, his friend went downhill from then. He was sent to a foster home and since then, has been abused and all sorts of horrible unimaginable things happened to him. He totally lost faith in God and now he hates Him for not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTIONS CHRIS ASKED ME&lt;/span&gt; (that I can still remember):&lt;br /&gt;1. How can you still keep faith in God when something like this happens to you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why didn't God do anything if He is so perfect and is so powerful?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do good people die from accidents and diseases while bad people die naturally (but I'm sure he does know that this doesn't happen all the time)?&lt;br /&gt;4. Since God knows everything, from the day we're born, He knows the day we'll die. We're being punished by death, right? If we're suppose to live eternally with God, why did he already limit our lives with death? (in his words for this = killing us)&lt;br /&gt;(I know there's more, but Anna just told me that he's in the process of explaining things to his friend so I'll update more on this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris says that the Bible contradicts itself; says he knows cause he read the Bible so many times already. I didn't get a chance to extend on this in the conversation I had with him, but I hope I get a chance to next time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He also said to me, "And don't say, 'I'm sure his dad is up there in Heaven watching over him' because that's a bunch of bull. If he was, he wouldn't let all that abuse come to his son down on earth like that where a gun is pointed at his head at gunpoint."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he directly said just now to Anna to forward it to me:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i based God off as a father, and if such a "loving father" is existent and his sons are going through pain, a real "Loving" father would do something about it before the two get hurt eternally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Him and his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7601347481375393405?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7601347481375393405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7601347481375393405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7601347481375393405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7601347481375393405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-can-you.html' title='How can you...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7171354930683532804</id><published>2009-04-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:21:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HappySlip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUDDAyT3FnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUDDAyT3FnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Your Love" (Original Song) By Christine Gambito aka HappySlip&lt;br /&gt;She was inspired by this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ephesians 3:17-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's so talented.&lt;br /&gt;"Christine, remember to wear your happy slip" - her mother :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7171354930683532804?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7171354930683532804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7171354930683532804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7171354930683532804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7171354930683532804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/04/happyslip.html' title='HappySlip'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6068673243080374704</id><published>2009-03-28T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:14:20.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD IS FOOD!.. I MEAN GOOD! x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Jesus I plead your blood over my sins and the sins of  my nation. God end abortion and send revival to America."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so lots have happened these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, I have done a lot that I barely did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I ditched my tharts 2A class&lt;br /&gt;to go to church and pray with Alice about the Tiller Trial.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to write lyrics, but it was a failure.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I wrote down little phrases and such.&lt;br /&gt;Alice on the other hand wrote down something really deep.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to record it, but her phone caught everything;&lt;br /&gt;so it took a really long time before we got to the singing part. x)&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my dad said he bought me.....&lt;br /&gt;A NEW BADMINTON RACKET!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Shocked as I was, I said thank you so many times.&lt;br /&gt;That ended my day nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, which was yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time with a headache&lt;br /&gt;counting all the chapters in each book of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;Had a tough time getting a ride to church,&lt;br /&gt;but luckily my dad had free time on his hands to take me.&lt;br /&gt;However, I dread riding in the car with him.&lt;br /&gt;And here's why:&lt;br /&gt;He told me that my mom doesn't think I'll graduate college.&lt;br /&gt;What a downer, huh? Eh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! So I finally got to church,&lt;br /&gt;but Jack and I didn't even have our "work" time&lt;br /&gt;as I would and have been calling it.&lt;br /&gt;He and Annie fell asleep in the soaking room&lt;br /&gt;so I thought that maybe Alice and I&lt;br /&gt;should have our own little soaking time too&lt;br /&gt;while continuing where we left off in the book of Ezekiel.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, she and I prayed together about it.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I prayed for so long, haha. I'M SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Words kept coming out and tears of sorrow and justice came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I prayed about:&lt;br /&gt;- George Tiller Trial&lt;br /&gt;- Abortion overall&lt;br /&gt;- Jack and Annie&lt;br /&gt;- Our building and our neighbors&lt;br /&gt;- "Heart of Wisdom" (words from God)&lt;br /&gt;- New revelations, visions, and understanding of Ezekiel&lt;br /&gt;- Creativeness; thinking beyond the outside of the box&lt;br /&gt;The prayer was so long, I seriously thought&lt;br /&gt;that we weren't gonna be able to get to Ezekiel.&lt;br /&gt;Right after we finished, both Alice and I (I prayed first)&lt;br /&gt;my right shoulder started hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Since no one else was in the dream room,&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask Alice if her shoulder hurt.&lt;br /&gt;She moved her arm a little and said no it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Then she suggested asking Johnny and Evan who were right by the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan actually was pretty sore and his left arm hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We invited him into the dream room and prayed for him.&lt;br /&gt;Alice was on his left and I was on his right;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was standing around.&lt;br /&gt;We prayed and his left got healed 70%,&lt;br /&gt;soreness on right was down 50%.&lt;br /&gt;Then we prayed again, left got healed 80%,&lt;br /&gt;soreness was gone. PRAISE JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;Prayed again, 90% and then 99%,&lt;br /&gt;and then VIOLA, IT'S GONE! :]&lt;br /&gt;We liked how Evan was so punctual on the percentage.&lt;br /&gt;That tree picture in the dream room is very annointed. xP&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT! DON'T TAKE IT DOWN! hahahah, I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;Alice asked me to choose a card from the baby box&lt;br /&gt;that has verses in Chinese and so I did and I got this one:&lt;br /&gt;(Alice added the verse after it too because it was so prophetic)&lt;br /&gt;the Cause that this verse is talking about, for us, it was abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Commit your way to the LORD; trust in Him and He will do this; He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun" - Psalm 37:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's also something else&lt;br /&gt;that I forgot that happened on friday.&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought me, in total, 4 new badminton rackets.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY, HUH?! (1 futabaya and 3 yonex's)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that's something from God&lt;br /&gt;because my dad has never done that before.&lt;br /&gt;3 possibilities I'm thinking it could be:&lt;br /&gt;1. Just because...&lt;br /&gt;2. I ditched my tharts class to pray&lt;br /&gt;which I would have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;3. Badminton is the only thing since my childhood&lt;br /&gt;that I have not given up.&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of our Bible study though&lt;br /&gt;I got this, I would say prophecy about Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part is that last year, around this time,&lt;br /&gt;I got a prophecy over Radical Jam that I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's only about Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;I know I told him already last night, but...&lt;br /&gt;I would to tell you guys too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny's music will melt the hearts of nations, because it melts mine every time I hear them&lt;/span&gt;" - Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya. That was the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, later today, I'll be watching Monsters vs. Aliens&lt;br /&gt;with a group of beautiful and wondrous people&lt;br /&gt;and doing some CITY INVASION at the santa anita mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6068673243080374704?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6068673243080374704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6068673243080374704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6068673243080374704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6068673243080374704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-is-food-i-mean-good-x.html' title='GOD IS FOOD!.. I MEAN GOOD! x)'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1800371810480736647</id><published>2009-03-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:31:34.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a nightmare last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't sleep for a while afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just felt this overwhelming fright in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just need to keep God in my heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember, Jas, remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1800371810480736647?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1800371810480736647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1800371810480736647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1800371810480736647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1800371810480736647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-pray-for-me.html' title='please pray for me'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-814432506013718920</id><published>2009-03-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:57:14.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand what Jack was talking about&lt;br /&gt;on Sunday about cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly hate checking my phone&lt;br /&gt;every second or so; it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided not to look at my phone&lt;br /&gt;from around lunchtime (1 something).&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at it around 5 minutes ago,&lt;br /&gt;I got like 13 missed calls &amp;amp; 2 text msgs.&lt;br /&gt;I also understand why one of my friend's boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;doesn't want a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;haha, stop. seriously. it's not your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-814432506013718920?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/814432506013718920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=814432506013718920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/814432506013718920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/814432506013718920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-understand.html' title='I understand.'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3944193992750806457</id><published>2009-03-01T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:44:00.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As some of you might have heard from me, this past week has been extra tiring and stressful. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;stupidly &lt;/span&gt;registered late for spring and couldn't get all the classes I want. So the first week of Spring semester &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was literally running around school trying to get classes&lt;/span&gt;, even if they're not classes that I'd need. In the end, I got whatever I could, but it's still not enough. So far, I only have 9 units out of 12. After I add the badminton team, I'll have 11. Yay me. Hah. Anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been asking God for more peace, patience, confidence, financial breakthrough, and just let Him take control.&lt;/span&gt; I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my confirmation&lt;/span&gt; today; along with some other things I've been thinking about too. When Jack asked the School of Disciples to come up to the front so they can prophecy over us, I asked God who I should go to first. Here's the order and what they said to me from God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aaron (God told me to go to him first)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Something to do with the arts.&lt;br /&gt;- Not necessarily painting per say.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Writing is much deeper than the arts for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My writing will be used to touch other people; nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Peter (My new friend lol):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God told him that He wanted to tell me &lt;u&gt;3 things&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a lack of confidence. God wanted to tell me that I should be more confident in myself to do things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;because He is there by my side&lt;/span&gt; which was something I've also been asking Him about; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;to be by my side everyday and guide me through these tough times&lt;/span&gt;. I was very shocked already.&lt;br /&gt;2. He'll give me more friends, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not for social purposes&lt;/span&gt;, but to share to them God's love. He says that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm the bridge from people to Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be the one to guide them to God's love and have them saved. (I forgot how he said it. x___x)&lt;br /&gt;3. God said that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need to be more closer to Him&lt;/span&gt; in order for me to receive more of His blessings to pour onto other people. The closer I get to Him, the more peace and love I'll receive and give to others; and with that peace and love, I can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impact &lt;/span&gt;those around me, giving them God's love. (Like I said, I forgot how he said it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Peace&lt;br /&gt;- Get closer to God&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm the bridge&lt;/span&gt; (Like what Peter said)&lt;br /&gt;- Write more; be more creative and such.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Financial breakthrough&lt;/span&gt;: I was having some financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write more poems! It'll impact so many people; it'll be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be more confident and competent (I think) in my writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more things happened, since it is almost at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;1. I was pretty much afraid to tell my dad my schedule this semester. Earlier when I told my mom that I won't be having school on Mondays and Wednesdays, she was whatever about it, like always. Then she told my dad later on, typical, my dad came in like my usually does when something doesn't go his way. (You know Asian parents). So I explained it to him and everything. At first he was kind of in that disappointment mood, but later on it was kind of funny (to me at least). He took it better than I thought he would. Here's how the conversation went for the funny part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad: So you don't have enough units right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: I only have 9 units.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad: So you basically haven't had enough every semester cause I remember you kept telling me that you have enough units. Did you lie to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: I did have enough units for the other semesters. I usually got like 12 or more units. It's just this semester I didn't. Plus they cut a lot of classes down because of the budget cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad: *Sigh.. thinks about it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Unless..... you wanted me to take useless classes that I don't even need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad: Yeah, you should. Just so you can get enough units.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Pause: O_O Is this my dad I'm talking to!?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: That's what I tried doing already. I got what I could, but now they're closed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have already impacted two people so far this year. It hasn't even been that long since 2009 have started. You saw this other post about Kate and now, it's my cousin. We were JUST talking like 30 minutes ago; talking about getting into Dental Hygiene program and such. She told me that I should keep my grades up and such like that. I have to be honest and say that my grades are average so far. I really am trying my best and if they don't accept, it's alright. So I said to my cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: It's ok. God will provide for me when the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uyen: That's good thinking. Good mentality. I need to have that mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uyen: How are you so confident? I want to be more confident. Teach me how to be more confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Trust me. Before service today, I was lacking so much confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is a good God. I am truly in love with Him. He listens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p.s. I felt refreshed after that service and at ease. =]&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Peter said that I gave him encouragement by this after I shared to those of you who came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3944193992750806457?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3944193992750806457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3944193992750806457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3944193992750806457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3944193992750806457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/03/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2684471491257867700</id><published>2009-02-12T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:26:25.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so very excited to be finally challenging myself on the one thing I've decided to become better at. Whatever happens, I'll entrust my creativity in God. He has the best ideas EVER. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2684471491257867700?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2684471491257867700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2684471491257867700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2684471491257867700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2684471491257867700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/02/excited.html' title='excited'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7439061032033137214</id><published>2009-02-03T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:56:06.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kate says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kate says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;jasmine says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: yes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kate says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: mmm. i think you're a great person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;jasmine says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: aw why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kate says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: idk. i think you're the few pplz who have a POSITIVE influence on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;jasmine says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: reeeeeealllyyyyy......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;jasmine says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: like how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kate says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: um. i noe how cheesy it sounds but like i want to be a better person. like not do wat i used to do... the bad stuff. keeping someone's iphone. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;jasmine says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: awww :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kate says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: and yeah . after i saw you... was it friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Kate says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: ive been reading daily bible devotionals online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- my hearts screaming inside when I saw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I remember how this conversation came to happen. On Friday, Kate told me that she has always had doubts about God and all those questions we might have once had. There were two questions: 1. Why does God let (specifically) like 7 year old girls get raped and murdered? and 2. Why aren't there any Asians in the Bible? I answered both of her questions in a long and (to me) confusing way. I didn't know if she really understood what I was trying to say but I tried my best. I talked about faith and prayer being our weapon in the whole battle between light and dark (mainly; there were more, but Friday was a long time ago so I can barely remember it that well) - the only reason why I still remember talking about faith and prayer is because I kept repeating it to her. It's that important and that I (like most of you, maybe) probably acquired it from Jack, haha - which is a good thing. This is probably the reason why she started this conversation above. I seriously was clueless before this, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. PRAYED TO GOD FOR AT LEAST A 200 ON MY 2ND EXAM BECAUSE I WAS TRYING MY BEST TO STUDY FOR IT AND GOD GAVE ME 201! LOL GOD IS SOOOOOO FUNNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7439061032033137214?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7439061032033137214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7439061032033137214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7439061032033137214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7439061032033137214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/02/kate-says.html' title='kate says...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2007969587362119656</id><published>2009-02-01T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:44:49.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I need new shoes for the new season of growth;&lt;br /&gt;at least that's how I see me getting new shoes means. xD&lt;br /&gt;Random, I know. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2007969587362119656?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2007969587362119656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2007969587362119656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2007969587362119656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2007969587362119656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/02/worn.html' title='worn'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8159971738327524368</id><published>2009-01-27T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:30:09.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God sent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel like Pasadena City College will be shaken soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8159971738327524368?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8159971738327524368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8159971738327524368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8159971738327524368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8159971738327524368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-sent.html' title='God sent'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6043008926965241234</id><published>2009-01-20T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:17:46.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain, i think it's a msg from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. As Joy was driving me home, she reminded me about Justin. Remember him? Yes. Well, it was just a few minutes ago that I was reminded AGAIN by my Father to pray for Justin since I have not yet. I believe I remember Joy saying that Justin has three tumors in his legs alone when it came back; that there is a lot of pain as well, but since he's taking painkillers he doesn't feel the pain. However, just a few minutes ago, right after I remembered about Justin again, I decided to pray for him later when I go to bed. However, God wanted me to do it right there and then. He gave my left leg this pain that just made me literally say out loud, "Owww! What the..." and grab my leg to put pressure on it so it wouldn't hurt so much. I realized that it was probably God telling me to pray; didn't have to be a long prayer or anything. So I was like, "Ok ok God. I'll pray." I'm studying right now and it just made me realize/remember that there are times when you CAN spare a moment or two to pray for someone in need. So I prayed a minute prayer and suddenly, right when I finished the prayer, the sudden pain just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith that God is healing Justin right now as you read this.&lt;br /&gt;God healed Sue, and He WILL heal Justin too. (Oh that rhymed, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jasypants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6043008926965241234?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6043008926965241234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6043008926965241234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6043008926965241234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6043008926965241234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-i-think-its-msg-from-god.html' title='pain, i think it&apos;s a msg from God'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2041949951462758997</id><published>2009-01-19T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:02:07.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fueling their Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love others not by trying to become their God but by fueling their own faith in God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;"Father, according to Your Word, those who heard the testimony of the woman at the well said, "We no longer believe just because of what you said; now we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this man really is the Savior of the world" (John 4:42). Please cause my life to impact others by making them desire to meet You for themselves and believe! O Lord, I want others to be able to boast to You about my perseverance and faith in any persecutions and trials I endure (2 Thess. 1:4). Help me to remember that others observe the way I handle trials. I want to have a faithful witness, Lord. Like Timothy's grandmother, Lois, and his mother, Eunice, help me to pass down a heritage of faith (2 Tim. 1:5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people doing Project Elisha and anyone else who loves to share God's goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jasypants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2041949951462758997?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2041949951462758997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2041949951462758997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2041949951462758997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2041949951462758997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/01/fueling-their-desire.html' title='Fueling their Desire'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1491142720483294363</id><published>2009-01-12T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:54:58.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For Christmas, Kate gave me this Year round prayer book from Costco; probably. Well, today was the first day of school for winter intercession. I got to finally hang out with our own Jennifer for the first time since she started PCC. We talked a lot today about certain issues - not going to say though. Now that I'm home though, I decided to open up the book Kate gave me; open it up randomly, like choosing a card from a deck of 50 when it's laid out in front of you. There was one thing that got my attention and that was the date of it which is something personal to me so I won't talk about that. However, as I read on, I totally felt that this was pointing straight at what Jen and I talked about - maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Freedom of Christ is worth the surrender of absolutely anything. Relief, not remorse, waits the repentant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;"Father, Your Word says that a person who lacks self-control is like a city whose walls are broken down (Prov. 25:28). Sometimes I feel like there is so much rubble, I can't rebuild the wall (Neh. 4:10). But Your Word claims that You are the Repairer of Broken Walls, and the Restorer of Streets with Dwellings (Isa. 58:12). Please introduce Yourself to me by these wonderful names and rebuild the rubble in my life. I confess to You that I am overwhelmed by the task ahead, I am thankful that You have authority over all things. Heaven is Your throne; earth is Your footstool (Matt. 5:35). Therefore, anything over my head is under Your feet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT A COINCIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; J.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1491142720483294363?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1491142720483294363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1491142720483294363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1491142720483294363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1491142720483294363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-walls.html' title='Broken Walls'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1767177238209726387</id><published>2009-01-01T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:18:59.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy New Years to all and to all a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Allan yesterday night at Tan Cang Newport with our childhood friend, Helen. We haven't seen her since we graduated. It was amazing. It was funny though. I was still in the car and I saw him, but I wasn't sure if it was him or not until I got out. I was going to say, "Allan?" but he beat me to it and said, "Jasmine?!" and I like literally ran to him and hugged him cause I have not literally seen him since October. It was so cool getting to see them there, out of all places around this area, and catching up on old times. Allan's family and Helen's family got to sit near each other, but I didn't. It was quite a bummer. However, we got to sit near the kitchen area so our food came pretty fast after we sat down. Plus, the person I go there to see was mostly in there this time around and he was so adorable. Oh, gosh I miss those two. Forgot to ask Helen for her number, but that's okay - facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. 122908 Granduncle the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. 010108 Millie &amp;amp; Nathan Mikasa - 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasminengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I kind of feel sad, which is not a healthy feeling for the first feeling of the year. Also, I don't actually feel any different than last year, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1767177238209726387?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1767177238209726387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1767177238209726387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1767177238209726387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1767177238209726387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D/'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7529976688814633036</id><published>2008-12-31T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:28:30.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to be patient.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you asked me two months ago how it's going with my parents and I, I would have probably said, "great" without any lies attached to it. However, if you asked me that now, I would say, "I only pray that my parents can be as patient as I am most of the time." The fighting is not as bad as way before, but it's still very annoying to me. I dislike arguing with my parents for the stupidest reasons. Just now, when I was enjoying my shower, the showerhead suddenly "broke" in a sense. I decided to tell my dad after getting out of the showers. So when I got out and started changing, my dad asked me if I was done and I overheard him and my uncle talking about a broken showerhead on their end as well. (They're fixing my parents' bedroom restroom). I said that I'm almost done and I thought my dad said something to me about my showerhead being capable of being broken and I said to him, "Mines too" but I guess his weak ears didn't hear me correctly. So when I got out and I let him look at it, he yelled at me for not telling him. -Sighs- It just happened; I'm letting him look at it; why is he yelling at me? If he's already there, in the restroom, looking at it, and I'm not saying anything because it's right smack in his face, then I don't think it really matters if I tell him or not because it's right in his face, the proof that he was right about it. No need to get worked up and yell at me for "not telling him" that it's broken. If he didn't look at it or even come to me, then yea, I would go tell him. I don't see the reason for yelling at me, especially for something as small and insignificant as this on new years eve. It's just not healthy. Plus, we have company over. Can't you at least behave yourself in front of them, even if they're family members? Please have a little common courtesy to those who come to this horrendous household. The worst part isn't even this. It's the aftermath that gets me irritated. My dad pretends that nothing had happened and goes by with his day. Since this is an Asian family, most of you would relate (maybe) so I won't say more. -Sighs- I think I should stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;Focus more, read more, and get all the books on my list of books to get.&lt;br /&gt;What's yours? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7529976688814633036?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7529976688814633036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7529976688814633036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7529976688814633036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7529976688814633036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-to-be-patient.html' title='I need to be patient.'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4062192465276779734</id><published>2008-12-20T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:31:10.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okashi~ne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Recently, people have talked much less to me, than I'd hoped. ~Sabishii, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4062192465276779734?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4062192465276779734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4062192465276779734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4062192465276779734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4062192465276779734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/12/okashine.html' title='okashi~ne'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1391253553854689320</id><published>2008-12-10T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:40:36.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh &amp; Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;        God gave me two books:&lt;br /&gt;       Joshua and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;       God gave me two chapters:&lt;br /&gt;       Joshua 18 and Matthew 10.&lt;br /&gt;       Go and divide the land and send out the apostles.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       "He who receives you receives me,&lt;br /&gt;       and he who receives me receives the one who sent me.&lt;br /&gt;       Anyone who receives a prophet because he is a prophet&lt;br /&gt;       will receive a prophet's reward,&lt;br /&gt;       and anyone who receives a righteous man&lt;br /&gt;       because he is a righteous man&lt;br /&gt;will receive a righteous man's reward.&lt;br /&gt;       And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water&lt;br /&gt;       to one of these little ones because he is my disciple,&lt;br /&gt;       I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward."&lt;br /&gt;                                              - Matthew 10: 40 - 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I just thought this was an interesting verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1391253553854689320?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1391253553854689320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1391253553854689320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1391253553854689320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1391253553854689320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/12/josh-matt.html' title='Josh &amp; Matt'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-5126906294137754744</id><published>2008-12-08T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:01:16.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this past week and weekend were so funny.&lt;br /&gt;however, I miss my sisters &amp;amp; brothers at IMPACT.&lt;br /&gt;I will, however, see you this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;it'll rain &amp;amp; you'll see me as happy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;today, I got my first B on a test in Chem 2B.&lt;br /&gt;now THAT is a miracle. THANK YOU JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-5126906294137754744?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5126906294137754744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=5126906294137754744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5126906294137754744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5126906294137754744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/12/id-say.html' title='I&apos;d say...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6183773155218015550</id><published>2008-11-30T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:38:13.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abba Father, Abba Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For cell group, we soaked in God's presence. It was totally amazing. I felt like I could do it forever. God totally gave Alice a song with a melody! I'll post it up when we're totally finished it with. Someone needs to record our worship time - next time. These girls really get me motivated and it's good cause then on Sunday, I can get even more motivated. Saturday can be like the first 50% and then Sunday is the last 50% of my spiritual energy and then comes the whole "God and I" time too - that, on the other hand - would be my extra 10 to 100 % energy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realized recently that I really need to lay down all my worries in front of Abba Father and let Him take control. Lord, I ask that you take control of my life and shake it, shake it REEEEEAL HARD because things ARE happening and I want to be apart of it. Take control, do it Your own way, whatever way that is because I have faith - I know that You are faithful and that You are always there for me because You are a Good God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6183773155218015550?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6183773155218015550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6183773155218015550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6183773155218015550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6183773155218015550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/11/abba-father-abba-father.html' title='Abba Father, Abba Father'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-427511143107010054</id><published>2008-11-18T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:52:58.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vase of silk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, before I went to bed, I asked God to show me dreams, visions, and or revelations; new ones. I wasn't expecting something so vivid that I would still remember till now, nearly 24 hours later. I remember everything about this dream/vision. I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ould draw it out for you, but I'm not good at drawing. However, the girl in this dream/vision is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was vividly about Jennifer. There was words of knowledge in this dream/vision too. Amazing, isn't it? Jennifer and her mom (and or parents). Jennifer was standing next to a big cloth-like painting material that somewhat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SSOm7Ic3wDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lo1y5qGVqIw/s1600-h/Dark+Gold+Carli+Dress%281%29_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SSOm7Ic3wDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lo1y5qGVqIw/s320/Dark+Gold+Carli+Dress%281%29_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270239523764682802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looked silky as well. I'm not sure if that's possible when it comes to painting, but yeah. She, like the Jennifer we all know and love, had a smile and a funny gesture that pointed toward the painting. So, you're probably wondering what the painting was, right? Ok, your wait has ended. On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the left bottom hand corner to the middle of the left side of the cloth, was a kind of wave-like shape. Its color was a dark gold color that looked pretty silky (picture of the carli dress). On the right hand corner, there was a shape of a vase and its color was silky teal (the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SSOnQOBEupI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t26pQJ6J2Wo/s1600-h/silky+teal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SSOnQOBEupI/AAAAAAAAAJk/t26pQJ6J2Wo/s320/silky+teal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270239886035958418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kirt). It kind of looked like the glass windows in those traditional churches, but it w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as paint-like and silky-like instead. It could have not been a painting, but something told me that it was. The cloth itself was a pastel yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said there was words of knowledge and Jennifer has just confirmed that they were right! &lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;but I'm not sure and I don't want to assume that it is. But I'll say it and Jennifer can tell me herself if it was or not.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What I heard in this dream/vision was that Jen and her mother have been kind of off lately and it's either her birthday or its for Christmas that Jennifer did that painting for her &lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(or it could be for both that s what i was kind of eh  about&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;).&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She'll probably do this in the future when she has received the education for doing this kind of painting. *It'd be cool if it were by next Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-427511143107010054?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/427511143107010054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=427511143107010054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/427511143107010054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/427511143107010054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/11/vase-of-silk.html' title='vase of silk'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SSOm7Ic3wDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lo1y5qGVqIw/s72-c/Dark+Gold+Carli+Dress%281%29_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3859277624613350993</id><published>2008-11-16T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:52:20.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>such anointing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came to church not expecting such anointing that came down today during worship and service.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday, for cell group, stephanie, alice, and i talked about what we'd want to do for God and alice and i said we wanted to help the homeless, the children, and such, and today, peter's uncle, paul was talking about our calling. stephanie and i were like, "whoa" haha. it was a good service, i'd say. now, after the service, paul said that if we wanted to know what our calling was (prayer by him, karen [i think thats her name], allan, and two others) then come on up to the front. so a bunch of us went to the front. i stood there, waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got prayed for four times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. karen prayed for me first. she was spot on. she said a command to rebuke the anger from me and my family and that i be used as a vessel to bring peace to the family and help them turn their hearts back to Jesus Christ. i've been praying about that this past two months so i started to cry and started to pray in tongues as well as in words. i think she also said something about public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. then paul prayed for me. i was already praying to God silently. my right hand was halfway out in front of my right side of my body. paul touched my hand and i guess he saw something. he then asked me my name and i told him. he then prayed to our Father. he prayed that double of his anointing would fall onto me to help me better understand scriptures (the Bible) and have more revelations and visions. i got pretty excited because yesterday i think i told stephanie and alice that i wanted to have more visions and revelations because i haven't had one in so long. then he moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i dont know his name x_x but this younger guy prayed for me. he prayed about communications, education, and doing what God has put inside of me for Him and because i'm good at it. the first thing i thought about was writing, haha. he then asked to have fire come down on me, more and more. afterwards he called a girl over to pray in tongues with him, i suppose. it kind of got loud because paul was praying for kay and sarah who were next to me and paul had the mic so i couldn't really hear the guy that well. but after paul finished with kay and sarah, he came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (i didn't realize that everyone else had sat back down and i was the only one who was still standing in the front) paul started feeling around me this sense of burden which i definitely have had at that moment because i wanted to lay my burdens in front of God and paul said, "she has a lot of burdens" and the girl said, "yeah" so paul started asking God again (after he asked me what my name was and i didn't blame him, haha) to free me from my burdens that i had with family and myself. it took a while, at least to me it did, haha. but afterwards, i did feel freer than i have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was srsly some good stuff today. i know that sometimes it can be personal, but for everyone, personal prayers are always what you define it yourself. i'm pretty open so that's why i'm sharing this. paul showed us a lot of verses that said nearly the same thing but they were very powerful. if you want, i think johnny or jennifer or someone else will post about it. if not, i'll do it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;:S jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3859277624613350993?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3859277624613350993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3859277624613350993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3859277624613350993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3859277624613350993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/11/such-anointing.html' title='such anointing!'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1080633269234563028</id><published>2008-11-07T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:58:27.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know if this makes any sense but I'm just going to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It seems to me that it was God's creations that led to the study of biology and all those other sciences we have. God made everything to work a specific way. However, global warming is occuring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1080633269234563028?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1080633269234563028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1080633269234563028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1080633269234563028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1080633269234563028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-thought.html' title='just a thought...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3077187039014845378</id><published>2008-11-02T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:37:20.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not wasteful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this past weekend, I went to "THECALL" with Jack, Annie, Enoch, Jennifer, Ryan, Sammy, Johnny, Joy, Shin, Andy, Chris, Grace, Sarah and company, and a few more. It was SUGE SUBARASHI. People were weeping for this nation like there's no tomorrow. It was too hot during the day and Enoch, Chris, and I only lasted about 2 or so hours on the field area. We finally decided to go into the shade and we sat there until it got darker and then we went back down. I'd have to say that the best parts were at the beginning and at the end. During the daytime, and I'm sure most of you remember, was when they asked all the different types of people to stand; women, men, hispanics, asians, african americans, and more. i started crying because it was so touching and i was praying too. i didn't have any tissues so i was wiping my tears everywhere and soon it got annoying, haha. but man, it was amazing. those who didn't go, GO NEXT TIME! oh &amp;amp; at night, it was so cool. we danced so much and screamed so much and prayed and cried so much that i think i felt Heaven shaking (and the atmosphere was "shaking"); and no, it was NOT the stereo that sent sonic waves all around the stadium, haha. (oh &amp;amp; we saw debbie, john, and lydia hendrickson!) -- and i found out today that tiffa was there, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something funny happened though. sarah might get mad at me, but all i'mma say is that Enoch sort of looked like a criminal trying to get sarah's door open to open the trunk and get her keys out. x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, for today's event: SAY YES ON PROP 8 (AND 4, but we didn't really do that today)&lt;br /&gt;at first, we were suppose to be at the city hall area for this event, but when annie told us that at the voting booth, there are a lot of people supporting prop 8 and protesters against prop 8 there, we decided to go there instead since city hall had too many people there helping out already. so we got to the voting booth and there were TONS OF PEOPLE supporting prop 8 standing around the corner screaming it. when we parked our cars, we stood right in front of the place where you line up to vote. we spent from 2:45 pm to 5:15 pm saying, "SAY YES TO PROP 8" to the point where it almost sounded like we were chanting, hahahaha. it was amazing though. the protesters kept saying that we're discriminating against them and hating on the homosexuals when it's not even ABOUT that. but if you really think about it, they're the ones who point the middle finger at us, saying "EFF YOU" to us when for our supporters, the worst that they did to the protesters was a thumbs down. COME ON! WHO'S HATING NOW? even some protesters rip up the signs on people's lawns. it's so immature! oh! which reminds me, there was this lady who passed by us and shouted, "EFF YOU" to us, right? well, the protesters started giggling and laughing. i thought it was so immature. i wouldn't even laugh if someone said that to them. i find it very offensively sometimes you know? they're so mad that it defeats their purpose of being there in the first place, in a way. they're the ones showing the hate, not us. we were pretty calm most of the time. it was pretty funny how the police officers started to give tickets out to those who honk their horns. i was pretty surprised (to either side of the party). a few of us were praying as well. the protesters say that our people do that too, but out of all the people who passed by us, no one did those things to them, just us. and they kept shouting about equality. THEY ALREADY HAVE EQUALITY. since this was freedom of speech and all, don't they realize that see, they too have that equality that we have as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't think that this nation thinks about it before doing it. they just listen to what the candidates they like choose and they choose that or that they don't think about the confusion that their children will go into if this prop doesn't go through. i mean yeah, there's always adoption, but still, those children will be confused as well. they kept saying about equality, right? where's the equality when children are force to see that their parents are a dominance of two females or two males. also, the protesters said that we're discriminating but nonbelievers always discriminate us christians on our beliefs. so that's one huge contradictory on their part, am i right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEFINE MARRIAGE: &lt;/span&gt;the social institution under which a man and woman establish their decision to live as husband and wife by legal commitments, religious ceremonies, etc.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;i could go on, but i won't since it's getting late and i must rest. x______x&lt;br /&gt;i saw monet's guardian when she was still in california when we were at city hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, next topic. so after the event today, we all decided to go to IHOP (HOUSE OF PANCAKES, MY DARLINGS) and guess what? we got AT LEAST THREE MEALS EXTRA FOR FREE!! it was crazy! and the people there were sooo nice! God, bless them with more customers! also, jack gave us this tiny speech of how proud he was of us going to the frontline like that today. n_n awwww either way, if it's for God, i'll do it. i don't care if i'mma get arrested or shot at, i'll do it. sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was SOOOO NOT WASTEFULL and i'm proud. =] however, on the flip side, i have to STUDYHARD for the chemistry test this wednesday, lol. THANK YOU JESUS! THE SKY/CLOUDS WERE BEAUTIFULLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;p.s. VOTE YES ON PROP 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3077187039014845378?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3077187039014845378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3077187039014845378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3077187039014845378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3077187039014845378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-wasteful.html' title='not wasteful'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3724315845731922052</id><published>2008-10-30T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:44:12.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;parents wake me up when i don't need to be woken up,&lt;br /&gt;but doesn't wake me up when i do need to be woken up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3724315845731922052?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3724315845731922052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3724315845731922052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3724315845731922052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3724315845731922052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8953736755122505095</id><published>2008-10-23T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:12:09.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=.="</title><content type='html'>My political science teacher, during our exam today, was on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;On one of his pictures, I commented him &amp;amp; he pointed it out today in class;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE WE ALL WERE TAKING OUR EXAM. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Jasmine here today?" - Uranga&lt;br /&gt;^ - oh, brother. hazukashiiiii. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8953736755122505095?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8953736755122505095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8953736755122505095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8953736755122505095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8953736755122505095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='=.=&quot;'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4776892868496974255</id><published>2008-10-23T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:08:01.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herbal Tea</title><content type='html'>I kept smelling herbal tea today.&lt;br /&gt;Got to admit, it's one of my most favorite fragrance/smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4776892868496974255?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4776892868496974255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4776892868496974255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4776892868496974255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4776892868496974255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/10/herbal-tea.html' title='Herbal Tea'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7195735131061199643</id><published>2008-10-15T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:25:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>64.</title><content type='html'>$64, 64 sociology questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7195735131061199643?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7195735131061199643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7195735131061199643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7195735131061199643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7195735131061199643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/10/64.html' title='64.'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4479655171475440901</id><published>2008-10-07T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:09:08.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Made a friend in badminton class today.&lt;br /&gt;His name is John &amp;amp; I believe that he believes in God.&lt;br /&gt;He's a very funny guy &amp;amp; very good at badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Had two conversations with him today.&lt;br /&gt;First one was about my classes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The second one, I believe, God stuffed it in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looks at my IMPACT BREAKTHROUGH T-shirt*&lt;br /&gt;"That's a cool shirt" - John.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah? You wanna buy one?" - Me.&lt;br /&gt;"What? Really? You sell them?" - John.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, not exactly. My church does" - Me.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? What church do you go to?" - John.&lt;br /&gt;"IMPACT HARVEST CHURCH" - Me.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is it?" - John.&lt;br /&gt;"We just moved to Arcadia" - Me.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, where was it before?" - John.&lt;br /&gt;"Rosemead Blvd" - Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to get back to the tournament that we were having. I didn't bring my bag because it was in Joy's car and I didn't think this was gonna happen. I should have gotten his contact because he said he was gonna help me in Sociology cause he had my teacher (Juge) two times so he knows how my teacher does everything. Plus, of course, to invite him to join us whenever he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more Royal Encounter Flyers.&lt;br /&gt;Ran out since Monday. Gave it all away.&lt;br /&gt;But I only had five with me, so eh. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4479655171475440901?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4479655171475440901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4479655171475440901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4479655171475440901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4479655171475440901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/10/gods-timing.html' title='God&apos;s timing'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3796329016276941416</id><published>2008-10-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:57:01.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses</title><content type='html'>As I was coming to school today, I was taking a good look at the houses around me. I know this entry might be a bit weird, but I just need to say something about it. The houses seem to be getting bigger. I don't see the point of wasting space that way. All we need is a decent sized home to hold all of our stuff. I mean I do understand that people buy a lot of stuff and has more than two cars and a lot of kids. That's a different story, though. I'm talking about a family with maybe one or two kids, two cars, both parents or for some, one parent. However rich you are, I don't think it's neccessary to buy such a huge place to live in. The land is only so big and we have used enough of it for our food supply and etc. Also the pricing on houses is getting ridiculous as well as for cars and the gas prices. Of course, that's a different story. Don't get me wrong, it feels nice to be in those houses and to look at them, but if you really think about it, it's... irritating. What happens when you become old and you have a two or even a three story house; if they have a three story house soon or in the future. Wouldn't it be hard for you to go up and down the stairs? You might say right now, "it's not a bother. i'm still young." Yeah, you're young &lt;em&gt;now &lt;/em&gt;but not in 20 years or so. I know some people would agree with me on this. When I was younger, I use to &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;to climb up the stairs and then back down again. However now, I feel vex when looking at stairs. We truly are becoming a more lazier state. There are also disadvantages to having a two story house. I'm not going to say it, but I hope you know what I mean. Jumping is fun, but don't go overboard. Ok. I'm going to stop now. Random post, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3796329016276941416?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3796329016276941416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3796329016276941416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3796329016276941416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3796329016276941416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/10/houses.html' title='Houses'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8319051555350660434</id><published>2008-09-28T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:53:06.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>srsly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I'm about to say is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;My dad just kept saying to me earlier that I am stupid and incapable of doing things because I'm lazy; that once I speak, people will know that I don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;He says he knows me best because I'm his child.&lt;br /&gt;Does he really?&lt;br /&gt;I'm always cooped up in my room, at church, or at school; I never speak my mind to him unless he provokes me to and usually, when that happens, I'm not thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still surprised that I'm capable of differentiating between God and my dad and I'm glad I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;"at least you have a lot of passion to the things you're interested in and not wasting it on drugs and sex" - toki&lt;br /&gt;that's so true.&lt;br /&gt;My mom, who agrees with me &amp;amp; wants me to do what I wanna do in life so I can be happy doing it without complaining, even backstabbed me in front of my dad. Out of all people in the world, I never expected my mom to do that to me. That's the part that hurt the most. My dad thinks that I don't love them because I don't do anything for them. I do love them, they just make it hard for me to show it.&lt;br /&gt;I see them utterly different now than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I need prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. In God, I will succeed in what I like to do, but then again, in God, I can complete my studies as a dental hygienist major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp.s the next time someone asks me what my major is, I'm going to say this, "my major is dental hygiene. so basically once i graduate, i'll get tons of money, be miserable because i'm looking at teeth 12 - 14 hours a day, and at the end when i go home, i'd wanna kill myself because i'm so damn miserable, but i can't cause its a sin to kill yourself and i wouldn't want my family to go to jail for what i did and then it'll start all over again the next day" -- I'm serious. I will say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8319051555350660434?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8319051555350660434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8319051555350660434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8319051555350660434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8319051555350660434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/09/srsly.html' title='srsly'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-979403871700909300</id><published>2008-09-17T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:55:29.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 yrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night, a couple of us (Aaron, Johnny, Joy, Sarah, Alice, Sammy, and I) went to the Pre-Call rally at the Angelus Temple Hispanic Church in downtown LA. Boy, was it worth ditching for! Lou Engle was there &amp;amp; so was Eduardo who played Jose in the awesomely touching movie "BELLA." For those of you who haven't seen Bella, do so immediately. This isn't a request, this is a command. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Lou was talking about Joel 2 and Matthew 17.&lt;br /&gt;Lou has been waiting 20 years for something like the Pre-Call rally last night; where Hispanics unite with the rest of us in fast and pray for this nation, for abortion and many other issues that are going on today that violates what God has promised us. This morning, as I remembered to re-read Matthew 17, I noticed that Matthew 19 was about divorce and that was one of the topics that Lou was talking about last night at the rally. This is what Matthew 19:4-6 says, "Haven't you read," he replied, "that at the beginning the Creator made them male and female," and said, "For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh? So they are no longer two, but one. Therefore what God has joined together, let man not separate." Proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Joel 2, I don't remember quite exactly if Lou had a specific verse, but  I just looked through it again and I highlighted a couple verses that stood out to me and what I remember from last night. I'm actually surprised that I could remember anything since once I got home I slept right away. Ha. Anyway Joel 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verses 1-5 (too long, but you can take a look at it for yourself in your own Bible or go to www.biblegateway.com&lt;br /&gt;verse 12 "Even now," declares the Lord, "return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning."&lt;br /&gt;verses 15-17&lt;br /&gt;verse 20 "I will drive you the northern army far from you..."&lt;br /&gt;verses 28-30 "And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy..." (www.biblegateway.com)&lt;br /&gt;verse 32 "And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved; for on Mount Zion..." (www.biblegateway.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promises. all have been kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as Joy was driving Sammy, Aaron, and I back, I think it was the area a little bit before the gas station, I saw this billboard. Lou was saying how he's been waiting 20 years for Hispanics to unite, also talking about Mexico. On the billboard I saw "20 years in Mexico" or something like that. I was like, "Oh my God." Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; yesterday morning, before I headed off to school, I was waiting for my dad to finish taking a shower so he could drive me to school. Parking is a pain. I was having my prayer time on my bed (it actually looked like I was sleeping with my hands in the air, haha) and I was just praying in English and in tongues and I was just so peaceful after a few minutes and then I started smelling this really nice fragrance and I said, "God, if that was You, let it be stronger." So I waited a few seconds and sniffed. (yes, sniffed) Suddenly, I could smell it even stronger than before. But it was only a little bit stronger. Soon, I realized that I was going to be late to class so I just said, "Thank You Jesus. Hallelujah. Amen and Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-979403871700909300?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/979403871700909300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=979403871700909300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/979403871700909300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/979403871700909300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-yrs.html' title='20 yrs'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-5036495623478961420</id><published>2008-09-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:41:31.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens in K-mart...</title><content type='html'>So on saturday, there was only Kay, Alice, and I who attended our usual cell group meeting. This time, it was at my place, but since Alice was really hungry and I didn't have anymore bread, we decided to have city invasion while we go around Albertsons to buy bread. We prayed for a lot of people, randomly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to CVS, we were excited because of when Joy, Pastor John, Katherine, and I went last week for CALL OF DUTY CITY INVASION. So we were walking around the Pharmacy area and atlas Alice saw someone who she wanted to pray for; Marsha. Then it was Kay and me left and a woman walked by me who was speaking in vietnamese and Kay asked me if I understood. I said yes, but I was really scared cause my vietnamese was absolutely unstable. However, I went up to her anyway. Her name was Karen and I was just about to pray for her when she got called over to the pharmacists. He was asking her what was going on and she didn't know. Then he asked Kay and me and I told him that we were just asking her if she wants any prayers. Then he told us to come to where he was so we could talk. He was telling me about the code/rule that they have at CVS. He used a word but I forgot what it was. (sorry) Alice soon came over and was listening too. After he told us we said we were sorry and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. we headed towards Albertsons to get some bread. I believe that Kay prayed for someone, but I don't remember. So after that, we went to K-mart. We were walking around at first. Then Alice prayed for this hispanic couple, but I don't know what happened there cause I was off praying for her. Then Alice asked me about this name I got when we were praying for this other person in Office Depot named John. The name I got was Sylvia. (Dangit. Should have asked him if his gf's name was Sylvia) So we started calling out Sylvia's name outloud randomly; not to anyone specific. Suddenly, someone magically answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sylvia!" - all three of us&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right here!" - a girl&lt;br /&gt;(we turn to each other o_O!)&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go" - Kay&lt;br /&gt;(Alice and I start walking over to where the girl was; hesitated a little cause the girl's boyfriend came over)&lt;br /&gt;"Go ask her" - Kay&lt;br /&gt;(Alice walks over to them)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but this might sound random, but is your name Sylvia?" - Alice&lt;br /&gt;"No my name isn't Sylvia" - the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy! Her boyfriend called her around the same time we called out "Sylvia." How funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a humorous God, Amen. That's right.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm trying to not say that anything is a coincidence cause it's not.&lt;br /&gt;pp.s. Look on Alice's blog for more information on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-5036495623478961420?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5036495623478961420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=5036495623478961420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5036495623478961420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5036495623478961420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-happens-in-k-mart.html' title='what happens in K-mart...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-812434926042632487</id><published>2008-09-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:32:44.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of us are getting attacked, but we shall stay strong and have faith!&lt;br /&gt;oh&amp;amp; congrats anniewanglee! lol&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/4255645092499833326-812434926042632487?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/812434926042632487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=812434926042632487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/812434926042632487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/812434926042632487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/09/oman.html' title='oman'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3552247826325650483</id><published>2008-09-03T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:48:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>Alice is doing this with me. Of course for her own reasons. I've become aware of some things. I realized that my mom is worried about me not getting the right amount of nutrients so she keeps making me tuna fish sandwiches in the morning before going to work. I really appreciate what she's doing and I will repay her by eating it. Which means, I'm adding tuna to my list of things I will eat. Already prayed to God. I don't think my dad understands some of the meanings behind veggies. There's this soup that he says has veggies in it, but he thinks that I should eat that ALL THE TIME. "What else are you gonna eat?" No. There are other kinds of dishes I can eat with veggies, dad. ha. Anyway, that's my normal update, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3552247826325650483?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3552247826325650483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3552247826325650483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3552247826325650483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3552247826325650483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7902992292194995022</id><published>2008-08-30T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:34:16.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fast&amp;pray</title><content type='html'>Starting from September 1st to January 1st, I will be on a mission. fast&amp;amp;pray, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Simple: I want to see God do something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Times:&lt;br /&gt;Monday&amp;amp;Wednesday: 9:OO pm - 1O:OO pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&amp;amp;Thursday: 9:3O pm - 1O:3O pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 12:OO am - 1:OO am,&lt;br /&gt;12:OO pm - 1:OO pm,&lt;br /&gt;7:OO pm - 9:OO pm&lt;br /&gt;(could change due to school schedule &amp;amp; other things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I'll only eat and drink:&lt;br /&gt;- water (it's essential)&lt;br /&gt;- milk (make my papa proud)&lt;br /&gt;- dairy products&lt;br /&gt;- veggies (certain ones like rau lan and salads)&lt;br /&gt;- fruits (make my papa proud)&lt;br /&gt;- bread (it's essential)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers:&lt;br /&gt;- My family (mostly parents)&lt;br /&gt;- My major (it's a critical time)&lt;br /&gt;- School of Disciples (my desire to become more for God)&lt;br /&gt;- Japan&lt;br /&gt;- Darin Noriyuki (the best friend)&lt;br /&gt;- Kalong (yes, she's still important to me)&lt;br /&gt;- The younger generation (rise up revivalists)&lt;br /&gt;- Our generation&lt;br /&gt;(to come back to Christ&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; rise up revivalist who aren't afraid to do God's will)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not suppose to tell people I'm fasting, but I don't care. I believe God's gonna do something. I'll be using the present Alice, Amy, &amp;amp; Monet gave me for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the &lt;b&gt;lighthouse&lt;/b&gt; for those who's lost their way.&lt;br /&gt;I wont be afraid to let the &lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit&lt;/b&gt; take control.&lt;br /&gt;For those who's lost, I &lt;i&gt;weep&lt;/i&gt; in despair and ask the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Help me lead them back to You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" - jasypants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7902992292194995022?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7902992292194995022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7902992292194995022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7902992292194995022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7902992292194995022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast.html' title='fast&amp;pray'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3122578817422585281</id><published>2008-08-27T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:19:25.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Firm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you step out, there will be many walls&lt;br /&gt;and many obstacles in your way&lt;br /&gt;but with faith in Jesus, you become strong&lt;br /&gt;so you can break those obstacles down&lt;br /&gt;When light is with us, darkness will fall&lt;br /&gt;when night time is over, it is day&lt;br /&gt;God rejoices over you with a song&lt;br /&gt;for gravity cannot beat His sound&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the enemies surround us&lt;br /&gt;and it seems that there are no exits that we can take&lt;br /&gt;I will believe,&lt;br /&gt;because I know that your presence is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;When the ground shakes to the point where&lt;br /&gt;other people are not able to keep on standing&lt;br /&gt;I will stand firm,&lt;br /&gt;because I know that your presence is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will take time to put everything down&lt;br /&gt;and drink from the stream of life with joy&lt;br /&gt;so I can stand in the battle field and&lt;br /&gt;watch as the enemies run away&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they run away, it shakes the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I will Praise the Lord with peace and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when He calls me, I will reach for his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You will be the first thing I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank Seth &amp;amp; Lauren :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3122578817422585281?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3122578817422585281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3122578817422585281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3122578817422585281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3122578817422585281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/08/stand-firm.html' title='Stand Firm'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3326227783347144253</id><published>2008-08-22T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:56:15.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still a victim of my own selfish scars&lt;br /&gt;torn by the inhumane kindness out there&lt;br /&gt;and behind it all, ‘twas really a farce&lt;br /&gt;they leave me here begging, without a care&lt;br /&gt;not a single word, nor a single sound&lt;br /&gt;the people around laugh at my dismay&lt;br /&gt;and each time I try to stand, I fall down&lt;br /&gt;can only pray to see another day&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my outside appeal could look broken&lt;br /&gt;but inside, I’m eternal&lt;br /&gt;the sound of my voice had been shaken&lt;br /&gt;but inside, I’m eternal&lt;br /&gt;nothing can compare to Him above&lt;br /&gt;it’s because, He’s eternal&lt;br /&gt;the revelation to my hunger&lt;br /&gt;it’s because, He’s eternal&lt;br /&gt;and because of Him, I am here now&lt;br /&gt;I am eternally His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have found that someone who shoos away&lt;br /&gt;the darkness and replaces it with light&lt;br /&gt;He is the reason I live day by day&lt;br /&gt;taking the blindness out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;His presence always makes my body sway&lt;br /&gt;and his love is making my heart take flight&lt;br /&gt;It’s different from before, so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;With His help, I am starting to ignite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The more I let go and let Him take control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the better my life will be, I am His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys noticed, but I always write my poems in a song format. I always have to erase "VERSE 1/2" and "CHORUS/BRIDGE" but its ok. I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3326227783347144253?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3326227783347144253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3326227783347144253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3326227783347144253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3326227783347144253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/08/eternal.html' title='ETERNAL'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2672805930045653039</id><published>2008-08-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:54:05.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a surprise</title><content type='html'>Today, a surprise guest came to visit my dad and i. Chris. My dad's old friend from nearly two decades ago. When I first saw him, I was thinking, "why is someone dressed like that here at our house?" since he looked like a cop. Ha. Far from it. When I saw him again, I realized it was Chris. When my dad asked me if I still remembered his name, I hesitated. I had a feeling it was Chris, but I wasn't sure about it. So, when I said Chris, it was in a question format. Chris nodded and I gave out this sigh saying, "Oh, thank God I remember" because I'd feel so embarrassed if I didn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Danny would be so jealous if she found out I saw you today" - Chris&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny is his daughter whom I've known for around 15 years, I believe. What fun we had back then. And now, they also have a son; 3 years old. How tenderly cute! So at the end, I told Chris to bring the fam fam next time he comes to visit. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Danny drives now" - Chris&lt;br /&gt;*I look at my dad like "hear that dad?"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who helped make HANCOCK is named Vincent Vy Ngo.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how scary that is?&lt;br /&gt;There are way too many Vincents that are Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;Let alone having my middle AND last name too.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2672805930045653039?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2672805930045653039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2672805930045653039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2672805930045653039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2672805930045653039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-surprise.html' title='what a surprise'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2826955164349912875</id><published>2008-08-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:18:51.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ame</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rain down&lt;br /&gt;All around the world, we're singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the Earth is singing?&lt;br /&gt;Rain down&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dry but still I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain&lt;br /&gt;Open the floodgates of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two songs have been stuck in my head for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;If it rained, I would be in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had some gold dust on my hands today. God's presence was totally with Tiffa, Alice, and me. Praise God for the words of knowledge about Kim. You, our Father and King, have spoken through Your vessel and reached for Kim's heart, touching her with Your unfailing love. Happy tears fell today. :D)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;♥ jasy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2826955164349912875?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2826955164349912875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2826955164349912875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2826955164349912875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2826955164349912875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/08/ame.html' title='Ame'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3022669112183451979</id><published>2008-07-28T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:13:44.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maidoari</title><content type='html'>i kill mailboxes (12:05:07 AM): ah, im old.&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:05:23 AM): ahaha&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:05:25 AM): what&lt;br /&gt;i kill mailboxes (12:05:33 AM): T_T what do you think&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:05:45 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:05:54 AM): you're not old&lt;br /&gt;i kill mailboxes (12:06:14 AM): for the past 5 minutes, i officially became 19&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:06:22 AM): shit&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:06:28 AM): that's today&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:06:28 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:06:33 AM): happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:06:36 AM): don't feel old cuz&lt;br /&gt;I am Japanesey (12:06:48 AM): being 19 is cool&lt;br /&gt;- how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maidoari" meaning "thank you as always" - kurosagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maidoari, Jesus Christ. &amp;hearts; jasy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3022669112183451979?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3022669112183451979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3022669112183451979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3022669112183451979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3022669112183451979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/07/maidoari.html' title='maidoari'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3764368025595125660</id><published>2008-07-21T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:41:32.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been thinking</title><content type='html'>I should do more for God when I get the chance. Wherever, whenever. "What happened to me?" was the question I found myself asking after Jack's sermon yesterday. I use to do a lot of things, but now I find myself doing nothing. It's time for me to get back out there, somehow; back on the road, back on my feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3764368025595125660?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3764368025595125660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3764368025595125660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3764368025595125660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3764368025595125660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/07/been-thinking.html' title='been thinking'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3515552303751327789</id><published>2008-07-13T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:31:44.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going back</title><content type='html'>Starting next week, I'll be back at Church. I just hope none of you asks me why I stopped in the first place. I have to be honest, it was personal affairs. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3515552303751327789?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3515552303751327789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3515552303751327789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3515552303751327789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3515552303751327789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-going-back.html' title='im going back'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1082916036419233883</id><published>2008-07-04T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:02:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sore wa jodan jya NEE YO</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy 4th of july&lt;i&gt;!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was not a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sakkaku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (hallucination).&lt;br /&gt;the roach was indeed real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sore wa jodan jya NEEE~~yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore ja, mada ashita, nee~&lt;br /&gt;oyasumi-nasai, minna-sama!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasypants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1082916036419233883?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1082916036419233883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1082916036419233883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1082916036419233883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1082916036419233883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/07/sore-wa-jodan-jya-nee-yo.html' title='sore wa jodan jya NEE YO'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1959596266517075783</id><published>2008-06-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:46:56.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO: makotokun</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy birthday, noriyuki makoto-kun&lt;i&gt;!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years old.&lt;br /&gt;you are officially getting &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;younger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, my dear tomodachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God bless you&lt;i&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seishun amigo by shuji to akira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDoQhUQ75pg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDoQhUQ75pg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;english translation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone rings,&lt;br /&gt;and a terrible premonition flashes through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, mi amigo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a mess, help me, those guys are chasing me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the end, mi amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone died, cutting me off from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si**, the two of us were always one,&lt;br /&gt;at home we were invincible, weren’t we?&lt;br /&gt;Si, we’d longed to come to this town for a long time&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I remember the scenery,&lt;br /&gt;embracing the beautiful sky the day we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached a dark alleyway, you were crouching there&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I didn’t get there in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep the promise we made the day it all came crashing down&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so happy you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You held my shaking hand tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, when we came to this city&lt;br /&gt;we felt like we could have anything we wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si, we left our home behind&lt;br /&gt;without looking back to pursue our big dream,&lt;br /&gt;smiling the whole time&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed that together we could&lt;br /&gt;chase after a future that wouldn’t change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, the two of us were always one,&lt;br /&gt;at home we were invincible, weren’t we?&lt;br /&gt;Si, we’d longed to come to this town for a long time&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I remember the scenery,&lt;br /&gt;embracing the beautiful sky the day we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's my turn to turn 19 years old. xP&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1959596266517075783?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1959596266517075783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1959596266517075783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1959596266517075783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1959596266517075783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-makotokun.html' title='TO: makotokun'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6729501018077675062</id><published>2008-06-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:36:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>natsu, ka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;atsui&lt;i&gt;!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ones who say that they are God, are only trying to be like satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6729501018077675062?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6729501018077675062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6729501018077675062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6729501018077675062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6729501018077675062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/06/kon-nee.html' title='natsu, ka?'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7575775417225428692</id><published>2008-06-08T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:08:17.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yume</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While I was coming back from UCLA,&lt;br /&gt;I saw people do the weirdest things while driving;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to say, one of them picked their nose.&lt;br /&gt;Another one was &lt;em&gt;a lady brushing her hair&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;while driving on the freeway. *nodds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to &lt;strong&gt;cell group&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday. yayy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; had a very nice chat with our infamous Kazuki-kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This might not mean anything to any of you, but to me, it means a lot. After you read this, you might think that I'm overexaggerating or overthinking it, but answer the question at the end of it; think about it, kay? So my dream started with me wandering around someplace, my old middle school; &lt;em&gt;Jefferson&lt;/em&gt;. I was on the field that they had there. I was looking around, at first confused at what I was suppose to do. Suddenly, I see Ka long, my &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; best friend. She was walking with someone, laughing about something. I called out to her at least 10 times. She didn't even look at me once. The person she was with looked at me like "what the heck are you doing?" I didn't understand what was going on. I even went in front of them to stop her, but they walked around me. Ka long's face looked like she was trying to tell me that I did something wrong and that she's mad at me for it. For all of you reading out there, I haven't talked to her since &lt;strong&gt;December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;; especially since the &lt;strong&gt;Christmas party&lt;/strong&gt;. So it's been almost about half a year since I talked to her. If you guys know me well enough, my memory are either very sharp about things (certain things) or very vague. For this, it's very unclear. Meaning, I don't remember anything I did to make her mad at me. Allan and Wendy told me that they don't think that she's hiding from me, but it's like this dream is trying to tell me that she is. I'm not sure at the moment either. Also, she hasn't replied to my &lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;emails and it's been about a week or so. So answer this question for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am I exaggerating about this?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; What do you think this dream means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7575775417225428692?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7575775417225428692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7575775417225428692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7575775417225428692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7575775417225428692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream.html' title='yume'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-7992471958155683384</id><published>2008-06-04T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:00:04.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday, annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o6.o7.08&lt;/em&gt; happy birthday, &lt;em&gt;jack&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newbanner; &lt;em&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;g o m e n - n a s a i.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my dear &lt;i&gt;itokochan&lt;/i&gt; that i can &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; change the banner part. yes, i'm a &lt;em&gt;noob &lt;/em&gt;when it comes to these things. but anyways, this banner was the &lt;em&gt;original cover&lt;/em&gt; for my 01st story "&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;" but I forgot to save it (this was during senior year of high school, so quite some time ago). I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; found it again around 45 minutes ago while searching for a banner for my page. I came across it and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanked God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for having it there. I had Darin, &lt;em&gt;my trusty #1 best friend&lt;/em&gt;, to help me edit it so that it wouldn't look like I did it on paint. Darin has &lt;em&gt;photoshop&lt;/em&gt;. Why don't I have it? I keep forgetting to ask people for it. I really should get one. I will. So I don't have to &lt;em&gt;mooch off&lt;/em&gt; of Darin for the rest of my life. So I'll leave all you readers with this; enjoy the rest of your night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;♥ jasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-7992471958155683384?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/7992471958155683384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=7992471958155683384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7992471958155683384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/7992471958155683384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-banner.html' title='new banner'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2911927113737876574</id><published>2008-05-28T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:36:46.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its all timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2008 has not turned out as i planned, but it is all timing; God's timing. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for tribulations. i've been waiting for this ever since i came back to Christ. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally going to take journalism in the fall. hopefully, i'll like it. i'm going to put off english 1b until spring, probably. i'm going to take it with wendy and allan. and a reminder to those of you who might still be reading my blog; remind me never to take a saturday class, a monday class (not all the time), and a friday class (not all the time as well). esp a saturday class. i won't survive. if i'm not surviving now in my current saturday class, i won't ever. waking up at 7:30 am was not my goal during college and i doubt it will be for the rest of my life. i mean, i think it could be the teacher thats making it so hard for me to concentrate and come, because she's really... let's just say not the type to be teaching meee. i rather have either annie, johnny, andy, or steven teach me piano than her. is that too cruel to say? i don't think so. everyone is different, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of things going on in my life at the moment. call me if you want. i won't mind. oh and for those of you who called me this past weekend, sorry i couldn't pick up. my phone was like away from me and i keep forgetting to check it like i usually do. i'm way too out of it nowadays. but i have it with me always now so go ahead and call. i'll pick up this time. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you guys. i really do. don't think that i don't. anyways... um.. what's the actual purpose of this entry? let me think. i guess you can say it's just a random entry, pouring out everything i am thinking about at this very moment. uhhh... let's talk about my new story, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be called, Mercy. yes. this whole story is based on irony. they might seem like coincidences, but i've thought this whole story through. later, i'll post the summary of it. i've finished writing the background of the characters for this story, major and minor. there will only be around 9 main characters and the rest are minor supporting characters. if you think that's a lot of main characters, then i'm sorry. my last story had more, so i think this is a more reduced "cast." &lt;s&gt;i'm typing this entry in my school's library computer. so when i get home, i'll put the summary up. that'd probably be around 3pmish.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Summary: A young girl, faced with an incurable illness called Huntington’s disease, comes to her end in her 6th year since she has been diagnosed. In all her life, since the news, she had been watching others do certain routines in their daily lives. She didn’t understand how they could be so ignorant to the life around them. Certainly, they did not appreciate the people around them and the life that has been granted to them by God. Towards the beginning of her 6th year, almost ready to die, she conjures up a plan. She’s been observing the people around the neighborhood and a couple of them needs to make a decision, whether or not they deserve a second chance or third. The funny part is that they don’t even get one, except for one person; a boy with a severe brain tumor comes into her life and this is where she needs to decide if the thing she’s doing is right for the community or is it just for her own benefit. (Actual story takes place in the year 2008 from March – October). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God is good. I needed a ride home, and who might be next to me in the computer room than my good friend angel (no not an angel lols but close enough!) who has to go in an hour, but can leave earlier to drive me home? ..however my dad got out early so he took me home instead x____x i need to read the allegory of the cave by plato, watch the matrix and compare, copy notes from friday that i missed, do all of my homework assignments from piano before saturday, and print out my chapter 12 math stuff that isn't in the book. hmm... which one sounds better? open book w/ chitchats with our neighbors during on chapter 12 for our final exam or all of the review tests, no talking, and no open book for our final exam? this is sooo hard to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanisorejasypants.weebly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.nanisorejasypants.weebly.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ new post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2911927113737876574?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2911927113737876574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2911927113737876574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2911927113737876574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2911927113737876574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-all-timing.html' title='its all timing'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1626846147046259160</id><published>2008-05-22T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:35:37.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raiiiiny days are the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this morning, i felt that i shouldn't drive home from school today.&lt;br /&gt;then it rained.&lt;br /&gt;i wore flip flops today. it was fun. disgustingly fun.&lt;br /&gt;now, i am sure i'll get a good nights' sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i love rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 10:30am and i had a good sleep. but now, i'm so very sleepy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to continue my story now on the school's computer.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to be sick. haha yay how fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1626846147046259160?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1626846147046259160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1626846147046259160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1626846147046259160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1626846147046259160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/05/raiiiiny-days-are-best.html' title='raiiiiny days are the best'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8161322262929965707</id><published>2008-05-16T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:20:28.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;last night, i saw a freakin' coackroach in my restroom. i had no one with me who was still awake at the time (1am) to save me. i think that explains a lot. it scared the beep outta me. it was HUGE! it's NOT FUNNY ALICE!!!!!! I'M WARNING YOU!! YOU LAUGH AND I'LL LIKE GO FIND A COACKROACH OUTSIDE AND SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE AND SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT. *ahem* or not. hahahaha :P you know i love you hun. GOD PUT US TOGETHER FOR A REASON!! haha ... and no it's not for me to torment you or vice versa. ha. anyways! back to the story. i was watching it very closely and all of a sudden, it disappeared! at first i was like WHAT IN THE WORLD?! there was no actual opening where it was, but it seriously vanished! so ... after some thought, i narrowed down my conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm going crazy and i didn't really see a coackroach.&lt;br /&gt;2. i did see one and God made it disappear because he knows (and everyone SHOULD KNOW) that I am so very scared of bugs/insects.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;3. it died somewhere in that area. lmao ...which i think is kind of impossible. on the other hand, if it doesn't get food in some hours or so if it gets hungry, then it will die. muahahaha! oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i still dont know the answer to this problem. but im glad i didnt see it this morning when i went in the restroom to take a shower. X_____X trust me it was hugeeee!!!!! T____T i was nearly crying. hahaha. um... so that's one story of my craziness. let's move on, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. if you  read Jack's blog and i KNOW you did because it's just totally fantastic.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I WANT A HAL MUH NI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at least that's what I'd call her if she was Korean. If she was Japanese i'd call her Obasan, like Jack did. reading Jack's blog was like reading the book of acts! it was crazy! i loved it! i wish i was there! oh man. that annointing is like beyond the roof and sky. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TRILLIPPPLEEE OF WHAT JACK HAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; don't you!? well. OF COURSE YOU DO! DON'T YOU DARE SAY NO! OR I'LL SMACK YOU. hahahah jk i won't smack you. I'll just let the Holy Spirit take control of you and take you on a ride! yeah, that's what i'd do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my partner Alicegirl. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;She is one spantaneous chick! I loves it! Go read her blog everyone! She's following where God is. ^_^ Alice and I talked from like 9 something to 11 something. TWO HOURS OF TALKING PEOPLE. and like we were discussing about Saturday. So here's what's going down. Saturday, Alice and I are having a movie day at my place. We'll be watching Amazing Grace and Evan Almighty. They'll be snacks included and a guest; my cousin. If you have the movie and you haven't watched it, what better way to watch it then to watch it with your sistas?! am i right!? it'll be really fun!! hopefully. hahaha but we ALWAYS have such fun when we're in God's presence. even if we're just watching a movie or two, it doesn't mean that it won't be something that's not related to God. Plus, God's presence will be there! I know it! If you hunger for His presence every day and every minute of your life, He will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I wrote another poem. =] "Ark Builder" -- which also reminds me that i need to add poems to the other site. all the old poems and new ones that i've written. been so lazy that i nearly forgot. THANK YOU GOD FOR REMINDING ME! He is so good. Amen? :) Picking up my cousin in a couple of hours. I can't wait. I haven't seen her since new years. 4 months. and it's funny cause she's craving for some vietnamese food too. hahaha. i don't blame her. UCLA wouldn't have that kinda good tasting food. xP as for me, i wouldn't really crave for it because i have it everyday. hahaha bummer. =] that's why you always hear me wanting some other kind of food and whenever you ask me about pho or eggrolls i'm like ughhhh. hahah. ANYWAYS! i need to continue thinking up background stories for my new story's characters. there's a total of 15 characters (most is in the actual storyline, a few are already deceased) and i've only done three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. darin wrote 3 chapters in one day, 25 pages. he is a win. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8161322262929965707?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8161322262929965707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8161322262929965707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8161322262929965707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8161322262929965707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3717830158566338771</id><published>2008-05-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:36:22.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots have happened lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;took the exam, but apparently, i didn't try hard enough. i cant believe that i missed church for it when in the end, i didn't do that well. but its ok! Praise God for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;reality check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i really have to get my geer up. ever since friday, i've decided to fast more, not skip a class a lot, study and not wait until the last minute like i usually do (x_x), and practice the piano more. i realized that the semester is ending soon (&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and i need at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;18 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i don't even think i have 5. crap. i have so much things to do and piano, to be honest, isnt my first choice of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mother's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! just plain lovely-doo. today was actually a good day. however, my dad did rush and push me to do my financial aid stuff. yes i know. i was lazy. literally. andddd, i kept forgetting to do it. v_v &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it's a pain in the arsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if you asked me. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I found what I was confused on when I relooked at it. so i'll be continuing that tomorrow night. im tired. also, just finished &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EVAN ALMIGHTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. good movie. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOAH'S ARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ARK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;= an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ACT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;RANDOM KINDNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;"i am going into adult puberty!"&lt;br /&gt;"we are hamsters!"&lt;br /&gt;- steve carrell; evan baxtor &amp;amp; his children (for the second line)&lt;br /&gt;so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;that. was. brilliant. hahaha. i didn't even realize that the first time i watched it. i do so love that story. if you haven't watched this movie, go watch it. steve carrell does a magnificent job of playing the main role. and i also noticed that morgan freeman always plays the character "God" in these kinds of movies. i have three in my memory, only two i remember the name. the first and second one is Bruce Almighty &amp;amp; Evan Almighty. unlesss... i didn't count evan almighty, then.... i'll have to look it up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am... deprived of sleep. it's like my sickness, i suppose. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; today's session was brilliant. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;GOD IS SOOOOO GOOOD YO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;takeALLOFME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*hillsongunited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;i loveeee You&lt;br /&gt;all of my hope.. is in You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, take my life;&lt;br /&gt;take all of meee&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thereisNONElikeYOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*hillsong&lt;br /&gt;there is none like You,&lt;br /&gt;no one else could touch my heart like You do&lt;br /&gt;i could search for all eternity Lord&lt;br /&gt;and find, there is none like You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;MAY 12 2008 - MAY 23 2008&lt;br /&gt;NO CHIPS &amp;amp; CHOCOLATE FOR MEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3717830158566338771?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3717830158566338771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3717830158566338771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3717830158566338771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3717830158566338771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/05/lots-have-happened-lately.html' title='lots have happened lately'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3301088716407304559</id><published>2008-05-01T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:33:12.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stairway to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the ground. the temperature of this concrete staggers between 45 to 55 degrees. the once delightful colors of its paint had been scrubbed away by the many feet that walk upon it. and there are always times where instead of the feet, it'll be the body of a person, crushing it without actually hurting its lifeless surface. and thats how it came to be for me today. i fell off the stairs. fun stuff. i never experienced that in all my life. i was holding a snapple bottle, the new ones, unbreakable. "safety for kids" as a friend of mine says it. as i fell, i heard the bottle crash onto the floor and without any doubt, it did not break. the first thing i said when the two friends i was with asked me if i was okay was, "ah ha! look! it didnt break!" is that a normal thing? my right big toe kind of hurted afterwards, but i survived and managed the pain. it does not hurt anymore. also, when i was meeting up with a friend before class, i almost tripped on the floor. today is also the first day of may. i dont know whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think somethings wrong with me. or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;i shared to a friend my testimonies of how God touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3301088716407304559?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3301088716407304559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3301088716407304559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3301088716407304559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3301088716407304559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/05/stairway-to.html' title='stairway to....'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-9132276246562537266</id><published>2008-04-30T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:25:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more of Ezekiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 7:10-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 "The day is here! It has come! Doom has burst forth, the rod has budded, arrogance has blossomed! 11 Violence has grown into [&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=33&amp;amp;chapter=7&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-20589b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;] a rod to punish wickedness; none of the people will be left, none of that crowd—no wealth, nothing of value. 12 The time has come, the day has arrived. Let not the buyer rejoice nor the seller grieve, for wrath is upon the whole crowd. 13 The seller will not recover the land he has sold as long as both of them live, for the vision concerning the whole crowd will not be reversed. Because of their sins, not one of them will preserve his life. 14 Though they blow the trumpet and get everything ready, no one will go into battle, for my wrath is upon the whole crowd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ezekiel 7:19-20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19 They will throw their silver into the streets, and their gold will be an unclean thing. Their silver and gold will not be able to save them in the day of the LORD's wrath. They will not satisfy their hunger or fill their stomachs with it, for it has made them stumble into sin. 20 They were proud of their beautiful jewelry and used it to make their detestable idols and vile images. Therefore I will turn these into an unclean thing for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just cant get enough of this book. alice &amp;amp; i are having so much fun doing bible study. :-)&lt;br /&gt;God is just so poetic in the first couple of verses. it makes it worthwhile to read the bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the second set of verses reminds me that you know what?&lt;br /&gt;when God comes back, money is not gonna matter; not ipods, not cell phones; nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"do you think i can say, 'meow' to God &amp;amp; He'll laugh?" - me&lt;br /&gt;"well yeah, He has a great sense of humor" - alicegirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-9132276246562537266?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/9132276246562537266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=9132276246562537266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/9132276246562537266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/9132276246562537266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-of-ezekiel.html' title='more of Ezekiel'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1207315769651088150</id><published>2008-04-28T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:53:21.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn for Healing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;we prayed for this guy in a wheelchair after watching expelled on saturday night. during the praying, i didn't give a care in the world who was watching us. i was asking God to heal this man that night. that didn't happen, buttt. something did happen though. i felt God's presence there with us while we prayed. my heart started to ache so badly because of the love. God's heart was burning because we took a piece of our time to pray for a stranger in public. i started to say, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" oh man. that was amazing. laura, the man's wife, came over after some time because she was tryna find him and prayed with us. keep them in your prayers. i don't remember the guy's name though so you can ask johnny or eric. yea.. God bless them. may their faith grow stronger through this experience! come on now people! the man said that he felt this warm feeling in his legs! or at least that's what i remember. Praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw a blue jay up close today and it didn't fly away from me. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanisorejasypants.weebly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.nanisorejasypants.weebly.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ new entry, finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I gaze into your eyes, all of my troubles fade away.&lt;br /&gt;As if you haven't done enough, your last impressions make my heart sway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Ezekiel 2:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;9 Then I looked, and I saw a hand stretched out to me. In it was a scroll, 10 which he unrolled before me. On both sides of it were written words of lament and mourning and woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ezekiel 3:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 And he said to me, "Son of man, eat what is before you, eat this scroll; then go and speak to the house of Israel." 2 So I opened my mouth, and he gave me the scroll to eat.&lt;br /&gt;3 Then he said to me, "Son of man, eat this scroll I am giving you and fill your stomach with it." So I ate it, and it tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ezekiel 3:5-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 You are not being sent to a people of obscure speech and difficult language, but to the house of Israel- 6 not to many peoples of obscure speech and difficult language, whose words you cannot understand. Surely if I had sent you to them, they would have listened to you. 7 But the house of Israel is not willing to listen to you because they are not willing to listen to me, for the whole house of Israel is hardened and obstinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ezekiel 3:12-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(too long) lol :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ezekiel 4:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 I have assigned you the same number of days as the years of their sin. So for 390 days you will bear the sin of the house of Israel. 6 "After you have finished this, lie down again, this time on your right side, and bear the sin of the house of Judah. I have assigned you 40 days, a day for each year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1207315769651088150?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1207315769651088150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1207315769651088150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1207315769651088150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1207315769651088150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-prayed-for-this-guy-in-wheelchair.html' title='Burn for Healing!'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1228758176375791640</id><published>2008-04-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:05:31.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boardmeeting (dont ask)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://select.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F50A12F73C59127A93C3A9178DD85F4D8585F9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://select.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F50A12F73C59127A93C3A9178DD85F4D8585F9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have tons of time on my hands, unfortunately. and this is what i found while i am doing a paper, reading your blogs, and coughing until i can't breathe. yes. this is getting so ridiculous. they are going to ..... i can't even say it. we need to pray hard for this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;for those of you who know Rudolph (or RJ), i saw him today and got his number. let's see if we can all get together at pasadena college and start something; maybe even a revival. im excited. im starting to get super motivated to meet up. i think im actually going to buy boards soon and hopefully have enough markers and stuff to fill it up nicely with stuff like, "can i pray for you?" and "free hugs" and such so i can bring it to school sometime and just hold it up. if you wanna join me, just talk to me about it. comment me here, text me, call me, msn me, aim me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy, when was the meeting that you asked me if i wanted to go with you? i hope it's not when i have class. x_x that'd suck. i only got out early today because i had a paper to write which i did not intend on doing this past weekend because i was so lazy. i think the laziness is gone now. im happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finished three seasons of the office and that stuff is hilarious. i loved it. gonna start season four some time this week hopefully. if not, next week most definitely. ok i go do paper now. bye bye! oh and i got a C in Chemistry 2A. nice huh? x) im so happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. i miss my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1228758176375791640?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1228758176375791640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1228758176375791640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1228758176375791640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1228758176375791640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/boardmeeting-dont-ask.html' title='boardmeeting (dont ask)'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-5766089406603484093</id><published>2008-04-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:25:14.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rev. 11:6-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today was a totally different kind of service. after a little worship, jack said that he wasn't going to say much. but instead, we're gonna go out and evangelize. when jack told me before service, i was soooo excited about it. i couldnt wait to get out there and do it. jack told me to go with alice, even though i think i was suppose to go with jennifer. i dont remember. funny that i didnt obey jack and yet i did. hahaha. anyways.. alice, jay, irene, sam, and i got grouped together and the place we were assigned to was arcadia high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a bit surprised to see that there were people at school on a sunday. i thought to myself, "why are they here?" i mean.. not the whole athletic part of the school, but the other side of the school. but then again, they could have came for the game which i think they were practicing at the time we were there so it kind of makes sense. so as jay shared earlier today, the health office (me), the grass area (alice), and the cafe (jay), were right next to each other. it kinda made a V or a triangle. but anyway.. alice and jay shared today and i thought i would share but for some reason i just felt like blogging it instead. i never really liked speaking in front of a lot of people. it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got revelations chapter 11 verse 6-7.&lt;br /&gt;"These men have power to shut up the sky so that it will not rain during the time they are prophesying; and they have power to turn the waters into blood and to strike the earth with every kind of plague as often as they want. Now when they have finished their testimony, the beast that comes up from the Abyss will attack them, and overpower and kill them." - Rev. 11:6-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh thats heavy" - jennifer. hahaha you can say that again. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-5766089406603484093?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5766089406603484093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=5766089406603484093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5766089406603484093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5766089406603484093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/rev-116-7.html' title='Rev. 11:6-7'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-365012279789625821</id><published>2008-04-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:55:11.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna go back to rb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this world is not what it use to be. as i observe the surroundings many times a day, it looks unfamiliar now. the people, the scenery, the weather, and even the sound of the wind blowing into my face is all foreign. its like im living on a new planet and the people there are still the same, but somehow, they're just totally different and deformed in many ways. the people here, their world still revolves around the immaturity of their old lives, where fun was something they couldnt live without. i look at the people that i use to know and i cannot understand their so called language anymore. what they say, what they do, what is the meaning of those actions? or is there no meaning whatsoever? i see all the pollution of the modern day technology and it gives me this sense of incapability. its like i dont belong here in the world we know. i belong somewhere else. i belong with God. i belong with people who is in the same world as i am in. i belong with my rb crew. and even sometimes i feel like i dont belong with my church friends. its not that they dont give me this sense of belonging, but its just that when im with them, i have this limitation of what i can do, which is weird because its suppose to be different, i assume. yes, they tell me, "you can do anything you want," but it just doesnt seem that way to me. but when im with my rb crew, i really can do whatever i want. God's the same way. when i am with Him, i can do whatever i want (trust me, nothing bad) and He'll be there, just to be with me. maybe its that satisfaction that jack always talks about. that we always need something more. or it could be totally different. i dont need anything more other than God Himself. i just need to be with the people i feel most compatible with, people i feel safe with, no matter how unsafe they could be. and yes that is scary at times. i trust my church friends, dont get me wrong, but it's too safe. haha.. what's life without risks? i use to hear that all the time and i never got it. i've always wanted to be safe at all times, but as i grew up, i realized that everything is dangerous so it really shook me. its easy to say that you love something and yet its hard to say that too. i can easily say how much i love God, my church friends, and my rb crew, but it's harder to say it when im with my church friends more than my rb crew. why is that? i dunno if any of this makes any sense to any of you, but like all of us, or most, we have mixed feelings from time to time and it's just one of those things where you cant really explain, not because you dont know the reason really but its because it's just too complicated to say in words. some might say that thats never the case, i say HA! there are times when i really cannot describe something. or else i would. right? i've gotten to the point where i had to really think about who are the people in my life that make me and my heart feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &amp;amp; darin.&lt;br /&gt;im in looooove.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my head hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-365012279789625821?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/365012279789625821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=365012279789625821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/365012279789625821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/365012279789625821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wanna-go-back-to-rb.html' title='i wanna go back to rb'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-5835291683356152925</id><published>2008-04-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:42:08.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rb crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;so yesterday, angel, april, and i went to redondo beach around night time after a full day of different places. ive got to say this spring break is the best ive ever had in my life. i want to thank angel for driving us and thank God that her gas did not run out. by the time we got home, it was nearly half full. half of the gas that we lost were due to U turns xD ah, fun. i also want to thank april for coming with us because i havent seen her in two months and we couldnt even hang at school. happy early birthday to you girllll. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have a picture of the rb crew, butttt we totally forgot about it. not all of them were there last night so next time. i promise i'll have a picture of them for you guys. they are like the best. hahaha the men in my life. -.- they're so lame and gay that i love them sooo deeply much. haha.. there's darin, the infamous best friend, tin, the &lt;s&gt;quiet&lt;/s&gt; not so quiet anymore viet "brotha" of mine (we tight, yo!) and who also had a class to go to but came anyway (thank you!!), JEESUM evan, the guy who hasn't been in our lives for nearly a year cause of a "shark" (oh yes i believe you man dont worry hahahah), danny, the "hi i am danny" songwriter (you have GOT to hear it; i'll put it up somehow), and rikio, the person who ALWAYS messes with darin &gt;[ (you will pay because im going to bring my scissors next time!). now, for the people who didnt get to come. MIKEY, the nerd and my pre-"friend" (as we impact people call it "friend" of so and so) who had a calc midterm, was it? to study for. God bless his motivation and brains. haha.. i really did want him to come though :( but i did get to see him! hahaha in his pjs. PUAHA.. love your pj's man. they're sooo....you. the kidnap didnt go so well. *cough danny and rikio cough* and there was german, who had a class and couldn't make it. i guess he's the schoolboy when it comes to him and tin. i believe they were in the same class. hahahah. those dorks. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHH I LOVE THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my promise was met. i came. it was fun. and i miss them now. hahaha. angel and april thought they were cool too. dude they were freaking hilarious last night. probably cause rikio and danny were there. but without mike and german, it's just so normal. hahaha.. OH YA! tin ate this HUGE plate of roasted chicken i think, fries, and a piece of a cake. BUT IT WAS A LOT. when tin's plate came, darin was like poking me and i didnt know what he was doing. i asked him, "what?" and he's like pointing at tin's plate and i was like ".....omg" hahhaha angel and april were totally amazed and shocked by how much tin ate. but it was typical since he didnt eat ANYTHING the whole day. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"how was dinner?" - anyone&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna throw up" - tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;thats what tin actually said after darin was talking about it. "what would be the typical answer if we asked tin how was dinner was for tin to say that he'd wanna throw up" hahaha and he did say it. im still surprised that tin speaks more now than before. awww :) allow me to say how much i love them again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicknames&lt;br /&gt;darin - makotokun or dear&lt;br /&gt;tin - TINNY!&lt;br /&gt;evan - JEESUM&lt;br /&gt;danny - not available atm&lt;br /&gt;rikio - japychan (not exactly lol)&lt;br /&gt;mike - MIKEY or jellyfish xP&lt;br /&gt;german - not available atm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. dont ever let danny drive your car &amp;amp; he said, "i thought you were taller! your pictures made me think you were taller"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-5835291683356152925?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5835291683356152925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=5835291683356152925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5835291683356152925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5835291683356152925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/rb-crew.html' title='rb crew'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1262478042965826336</id><published>2008-04-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:42:14.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whisper of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Even though I can't see it, I can feel it. Like the wind, you're beautiful without me. I become reminded of you, just with the word beautiful... When I feel tears are about to fall, I lie on the sand, And look up at the sky about me. Somehow the clouds take away my worries, Helping me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;answer my own questions. I'm here for you. I'm thankful for being able to do everything for you..." - dong bang shin ki's "whisper of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean translation: Boiji anhado nukkil so isso baramchorom nul na obshin arumdaumdo gujo arumdabdanun dano sogesoman to ollassulgoya gakkum uljoghal temyon more wie nuwo ne nundongjae damgyojidon hanul todaninun gurumi sogsagidud gonnejuodon jaggo khun gomindul ijen al god gatha naui nol nol wihe hal su inun modungod gujo gomawo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds better in korean, trust me. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;a href="http://www.nanisorejasypants.weebly.com/"&gt;www.nanisorejasypants.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt; is updated! :] (only the movies to watch part)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1262478042965826336?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1262478042965826336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1262478042965826336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1262478042965826336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1262478042965826336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/whisper-of.html' title='whisper of...'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3994262868401686930</id><published>2008-04-13T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:04:11.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, I just thank You for Swani, Lord. She has this chronic disease called endometriosis and its already at stage 4 which is pretty bad. Lord, I pray for Your Kingdom to fall upon her whole body, especially her abdominopelvic area so that the pain of it, the tissues there that are causing this agonizing pain, and the whole entire disease that she has to pass away because Lord, in Your Kingdom, there is no such thing as diseases or pains. Let Your Kingdom fall upon her, reign down upon her whole body and cleanse it with Your Holy Spirit, Your mercy, and Love. In Your name, Jesus, I command Your Kingdom to fall, I command for this disease to fade away. Lord, I pray that when Swani goes to the doctor's for a check up, the doctors will be terrifiedly amazed because You healed her Lord and just as I say this prayer, You are healing her right this instant! Lord, we thank You. Your love and mercy is unfailing, it goes beyond the universe. We praise Your name. Lord, bring comfort, awareness, and joy into Swani's heart so that she may love You with all of it. I'm not praying this prayer to raise up more testimonies. I'm praying this prayer because Swani is a good friend of mine and I do not want to see her this way. She hasn't even known You personally yet. Through this experience, let her know how much You love her. You've given me another chance, a test maybe, to show You how much love I have for the people around me because I regret and feel guilty for not praying for my dad three years ago. I appreciate this and I am taking this opportunity to cry out to You, asking You to heal Swani. I'm not asking this out of sheer satisfaction of my desires for being "good," I'm asking because this person isn't saved yet and I want her to see Your love more clearly than she has ever did. I'm asking You to simply manifest her heart into Your hands and wrap her around Your wings of love and protect her with the blood You shed to wash away all her sins. In Your name, I pray, Amen. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swani Poo: aww thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wdxcyber.com/dxppn012.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.wdxcyber.com/dxppn012.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; -- what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3994262868401686930?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3994262868401686930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3994262868401686930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3994262868401686930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3994262868401686930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/swani.html' title='Swani'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1969100060285256308</id><published>2008-04-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:07:26.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not miserable anymore. sick, but happy. redondo, here i come! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1969100060285256308?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1969100060285256308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1969100060285256308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1969100060285256308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1969100060285256308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-miserable-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1600153950246726025</id><published>2008-04-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:27:44.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things have been busy lately &amp;amp; i must stick to my plans.&lt;br /&gt;whom i make plans with first, stays that way. i hope you can understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont patronize me.&lt;br /&gt;my heart (i) will explode.&lt;br /&gt;tired of being a nice jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;when the time comes, you'll see a different person.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everyone is against me again.&lt;br /&gt;rude tones, selfish comments, &amp;amp; people who ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;can this world ever be... ha. no. thats a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;this world can never be better. they need Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;its become so obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being negative again. ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im miserable.&lt;br /&gt;dont know when i can openly say how much i love everyone. you guys make it so hard for those words to slip out of my mouth when it seems so easy to say. esp with guys. they'd take it another way. thats why not much information gets to someone from another. its like a barrier of low self-esteem or immatureness or something else. there's a whole list. but of course. i can easily say how much i love Jesus because He loves me. you guys don't need to tell me every time you see me that He loves me because I know. i just wish you guys can be more considerate like Jesus is. im learning more and more about each of my friends. how they really are sometimes. its fascinating. its also very heartbreaking. reality really sucks us dry doesnt it? i doubt anyone can go on with a conversation without asking about school, majors, classes, grades, etc. it's just one of those things where it's the first and last choice to talk about it. why is that? why is it so easy to talk about those things than talking about Jesus? srsly. i rather talk about Jesus! as a matter of fact, i loooove talking about Jesus. school and those things, not so much. if you havent noticed already, i try not to talk about it. the only time i'll talk about it is when i know you are so intrigued with your passion whether its writing, the arts of many kinds, photography, economics, real estate, or architecture. if you're intrigued, its a good thing. if you're intrigued, you'd be happy to talk about it. if i asked you something thats about something dreadful to you, wouldn't that conversation go down hill? its a depressing thought. and it seems that most of us, nearly all, bring that kind of stuff up in a conversation right away. find out what that someone likes first. dont jump ahead to the typical questions. its boring, dramatic, and depressing. at least... its for the people i talk to and myself included. i also come across optimistic people who see it in a different sense. good for you. thats a good thing too. im glad you're that way... and now i forgot my train of thought. oh wells. wow. i didnt even mean for this to go into depth. just wanted to get some things out. man this doesnt even satisfy what i truly wanted to say in my heart. x_x how sad is that? i think im going to be miserable for my entire life if i keep doing dental hygiene but no one cares. i mean i know that God cares and i need to pray. pray pray pray. im so restless. it hurts and i wanna cry. ahhh and its not even stress at the moment either! cussing wont help but i feel like i want to but i cant. V____V all this frustrration bottling up isnt good. but no one is around to hear me scream. i want to scream. i want to go to a place where its all distant and quiet and just scream my lungs out. somewhere no one can find me. a secret place that only God and i know of. and where is that? i have no clue. sorry `bout this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i want my joyfulness back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost of interest in things.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1600153950246726025?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1600153950246726025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1600153950246726025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1600153950246726025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1600153950246726025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmph.html' title='hmph'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-1992435195098440411</id><published>2008-04-07T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:22:06.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the dream, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; did the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;peace sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- will upload picture later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-1992435195098440411?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/1992435195098440411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=1992435195098440411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1992435195098440411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/1992435195098440411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6345230751843682561</id><published>2008-04-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:09:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Simple :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;yesterday during the evening session's worship, God just put like a vision in my heart that Radical Jam will be as big as Hillsong and probably even more. It'll move nations and touch people's hearts. When He told me this I was like nearly in tears because I was sooo happy for them. I saw them on a stage playing their own songs and millions and millions of people around. It was just totally awesome! :D LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing tennis with Jesus. We played for a while but then I got tired. Jesus was holding the racket, bouncing the ball up and down. He said to me, "Oh, come on Jasmine! Play with me some more!" I was like, "But I'm so tired now Jesus. I can't." He chuckled a bit and said, "Yes you can! Come on!" and right there and then, I had this energy to play. x) My earth father had always wanted me to play tennis because I had a good arm and earlier, Annie said to me, "Oh so He was symbolizing your dad!" Interesting... anyway, when I got home, I was in the restroom. After I washed my face, I said to Jesus, "Let's play tennis again sometime!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this black forest with like purple leaves at the top. God asked me, "Are you willing to go through troubles (meaning the pitch-black forest) to get to me?" I stood there for a moment thinking. I probably didn't explain this very well because I was nervous. If you know me, I get so nervous speaking in front of more than 5 people. So I was standing there for like a minute and I looked up and said, "I will." So as I was walking through the forest, it was scary because it was all black, but at the same time, I had confidence to just get through this and get to God even faster. I probably said some other things, but.... ehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get simple.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Debbie and Mark soooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was spectacular. Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;So many testimonies. So much encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;I have a longing for You, Jesus!!! Come! More, Lord, more!!!&lt;br /&gt;Would You satisfy my heart today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to study for anatomy, do the rest of my math homework, and revise my essay.&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like soooo much fun right? AHHH GOD TAKE IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3jasypants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6345230751843682561?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6345230751843682561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6345230751843682561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6345230751843682561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6345230751843682561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-simple.html' title='Get Simple :)'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3949551884967173146</id><published>2008-03-30T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:13:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Fun</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't touch my lints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" - Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do not focus on the grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" - Momo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to tell you that saturday was sooo much fun. First of all though, as for my piano test, it went really well. I didn't pray about it but I did so well. My teacher didn't say anything about it. All she said was "ohh good" and we moved on. That was just the brightness of my day. So far at that point of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. I wasn't sure that Alice was going to come so early. She came really really and reminded me that we had to prepare for Pricella's (sp?) birthday party we're throwing her. So when we were walking to like Albertsons and stuff, we were talking about lints. If you know me really well, even the tiniest things could annoy me. like lints. haaa. monay had some on her jacket so i was trying to take them off but there was one that i couldnt get off. and monay started telling us this story. im not sure but i think it was a story. so then after that story, i started saying out of no where "don't touch my lints!" but only the three of us gets it so for those of you who dont, its ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. skipping ahead. the party sorta started! :D we worshipped and stuff and alice finally got us to sit down and we started the soaking thing. it was totally nice. alice's voice got in the way of some of our visions from God, but it's ok. we still love her. mine started off with this machine looking thing (i have no clue whats it called) and then it paused and skipped to a man and his son with a pink balloon. i asked God what those two have in common but he hasn't answered me so i'm still in the process of praying about it. then there was a long pause and this pale blue-ish man appeared in my vision and he kinda like opened up his mouth and his eyes were pitch black. his mouth and eyes were pitch black but it had a shiny area in it too. it pretty much freaked me out. and suddenly, this is sorta funny, but um... alice's voice interrupted again and THAT freaked me out A LOT. because it was out of no where and it was like a whisper. v___v my body actually like... you know when someone scares you and you kinda jolted? AHHH thats the word! jolted! yes my body actually jolted. *sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as it went on this feeling from God that kept telling me to say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" to alice but everytime it gets stronger i couldnt find a right time to say it. so then we gathered around in a circle and alice asked us to pray for the person next to us, possibly prophesizing over them. the two people who were next to me were alice and stacey. alice was on my right and stacey was on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;this is what i got for alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (most of my memory has faded away so i dont remember it quite well. forgive me please-this is going to be vague) She's going to inspire many. basically. ha. (alice! if you remember what i said then PLEASE tell me or put it in your blog! thank youuu sweetie!) and obviously the fact that alice is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what stacey got for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: God has more things planned for me in my life. I had wings and that its opening A feather everyday. (ahhh x8) I was flying with Jesus! EEEEE~~~ I think you should ask Stacey if I missed anything because I have a feeling that I did. haaa. I'll re-edit this when i find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we continued with our veggie/fruits feast. played freeze again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;stephanie, you're an awesome actress. seriously. so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so after all that people started to leave. johnny, abby, and eric came for wave and so sarah, alice, monay, and i decided to stay and join them. we basically had nothing else to do ya know? x) johnny wrote it on his blog so you can read it there. but um.. personally though, i got something from it. two things actually. one was personal and the other one was basically for either just Momo or everyone there. but i believe it was for everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1st thing i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: there was a small ruby and God held it in His big hands, looked at it really closely and kept on saying "you are sooo wonderful!!" over and over again. ^___^ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;HE LOVES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2nd thing i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: personal, but whatever its in the past. last year (2007) i always felt this burden, this pain (because of a few things) and like it came back during the soaking. I asked God why I was feeling that way because He basically is taking care of my heart at the moment, protecting it from everything that's a distraction. that was basically my new years resolution. the main one at least. and so God said to me, to my heart is more like it, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wanted to remind you of the pain that caused me to take your heart in my hands and protect it from all of those distractions you had. to remind you of how you will not ever have to feel this way again because im here for you. i just wanted to remind you of this pain that so you'll know how to decide things, and know how to avoid it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." i was like "awww God *love love love*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is just so romantic. I love Him sooo much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's service was totally moving. it was really interesting how um... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we sang EVERY song i LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im totally serious. they also played the song i've been thinking about but i didn't remember the name. was it "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a little longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"? T_T &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JOHNNY PLEASE TELL ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it's the one that um.. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and i.. cant thank you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" or something like that. ughhhh! this is sooo buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oka so anyway tomorrow Shin, Monay, Tiffa, May, Stephanie, Jennifer (too?), Steven, and I are planning to go to the abortion center and do that again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;pray for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D if you wanna join it's going to be at 11am. call Shin for more information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3949551884967173146?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3949551884967173146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3949551884967173146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3949551884967173146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3949551884967173146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturdays-fun.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Fun'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-9009425305803755030</id><published>2008-03-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:35:29.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchor of Remembrance</title><content type='html'>It’s been so long I forget,&lt;br /&gt;what love really can feel like.&lt;br /&gt;I continue to search for,&lt;br /&gt;that reassurance of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m wasting my time,&lt;br /&gt;wandering around so helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking the same questions ,&lt;br /&gt;“isn’t there anyone who cares for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no ones around&lt;br /&gt;no ones around to hear me cry out&lt;br /&gt;and there was no one around to see&lt;br /&gt;the bond between You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the anchor of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;the everlasting light that took away my darkness&lt;br /&gt;the medicine that came and rescued me from pain&lt;br /&gt;You are the anchor of remembrance&lt;br /&gt;I can remember the past memories of this love&lt;br /&gt;for me, You poured out Your blood and died with love&lt;br /&gt;in Your heart.&lt;br /&gt;- by jasypants -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back! it's been... 4 months since i wrote anything.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoy!  ♥ jasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-9009425305803755030?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/9009425305803755030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=9009425305803755030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/9009425305803755030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/9009425305803755030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/anchor-of-remembrance.html' title='Anchor of Remembrance'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8474244550753722181</id><published>2008-03-26T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:26:42.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Christian :O</title><content type='html'>You know how there are only about 2 percent of the Japanese people that are Christians?&lt;br /&gt;well... one of my biology classmates from fall semester and i saw each other today after so long.&lt;br /&gt;at first i like seriously forgot her name. (i felt so bad) but we kept talking...&lt;br /&gt;i shared about so many things such as my writing, and what i wanted to start doing at pcc.&lt;br /&gt;of course, to be nice and polite, i asked her questions about what she'd like to do as a career and other things. we talked for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;i finally decided to ask her if she was a Christian. she said "yes ....aaaaand no."&lt;br /&gt;her explanation later just made it seem like yea she is a christian. ha. shes so funny.&lt;br /&gt;well... what her group does is basically talk about what God's plan for Jesus' coming down and dying for us is. and i shared about what Jack told us a couple of weeks ago. while i was saying it, she was like "yea!" i was like totally in "hamate" (hahahaha) while i was talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;then the whole dread of forgetting her name came in mind when i asked her what her number was. surprisingly she remembered mine. oh darn. hahah uh oh right? xD but she was cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged numbers and i realized that shes gonna be late to class. her name is Sakiko Muranaka. COOL RIGHT? hahaha... i mean talking about meeting a JAPANESE CHRISTIAN!&lt;br /&gt;not even my best friend Darin is Christian. at least not yet ;] so. she told me that um... they were planning to have (they as in her group; forgot what it was called) this thing called "prayer of peace" and i was sooo totally into it. im planning on joining them. i then told her that i wanted to hold up signs like how Johnny and Jennifer did at their schools saying "Can i pray for you?"&lt;br /&gt;she thought it was a really good idea too and since she was kinda late, i gave her IMPACT's card.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to call each other up later on this week and talk more. we hugged and we rushed off to whatever we had planned. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was awesome. but. i bombed my anatomy exam. v____v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i gave her my link to my story. haaa. i hope she likes it. n____n&lt;br /&gt;pp.s. i actually like reading johnny's blogs. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8474244550753722181?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8474244550753722181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8474244550753722181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8474244550753722181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8474244550753722181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/japanese-christian-o.html' title='Japanese Christian :O'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-4861524796508678273</id><published>2008-03-24T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:17:09.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI.BYE.</title><content type='html'>went to the abortion clinic today to join shin and alice. it was funny because when my friend was driving me there, i suddenly saw a girl who looked like alice. i tried to call her but no one answered. so my friend turned around because she was like, "oh we passed it" so we turned around. i saw shin and waved and realized that it was alice on the other side of the street. i started laughing at myself. silly me. and "SO SHE DOES HAVE SPRING BREAK THIS WEEK!" -.-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was just totally awesome. i asked God when we were driving to the clinic to just have mercy on us, to protect us from harm, and other things like boldness. He answered of course! there were sooooo many things that happened. at first it was kind of slow and one of the other ladies came out and was trying to prove that their clinic is 97% doing this and that and the other 3% is abortion. i dont really remember that part well because sarah was the one really talking to her. after she left, sarah told me that she was the one that kicked them off of their property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice talked about stephanie and porqui so you can read that. it was amazing. she was just so nice and optimistic. we prayed for her wrist. the first time it was because it was hurting. the second time was that she couldn't move it from right to left so we prayed for her again. afterwards, she was like, "oh my gosh! it doesnt hurt anymore!" and her "baby" (if you were there you'd know what i mean) asked her if she was telling the truth, if she was forreal. and she nodded and said, "YEAH!" PRAISE GOD! she said that she was going to exercise her wrist so that it'll fully recover. oh man. God, bless her and porqui. may You give them all Your treasures and love. may they seek after You even more and learn to love and hunger after You. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sarah, bryan, karen, ruth, and alice left because they had to go somewhere and alice was very exhausted. GO ALICE! YOU ARE A FIGHTING WARRIOR GODCHICK. wow. such a long name. xD anyway! shin and i were the only ones there now and so i went to the other side of the street holding up the sign that says "inside you is a miracle of life." it was getting pretty hot and standing isnt something i love to do. i admire shin. she stood like 98% of the time. according to alice's blog and my time with her. she's a superwoman! i dont think i could ever do that... now. maybe a while ago, but yea. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after an hour or so i called shin from across the street and asked her if she wanted to switch places with me. she said sure so we switched places. it was kind of funny cause we both accidently dropped our phones randomly. but thats not the point. ha sorry. going off topic. so after some time, shin was about to come back to our original side of the street and this lady in a blue car came over. at first i was a bit scared not knowing what she'd say. but then she said hi and i responded with hi as well and she continued saying "i just want to say congrats on doing this. i feel so encouraged when i saw you girls doing this because God told me about a year ago to do this but i didnt do it. i know that God is going to bless you girls a lot so keep this up." i was like :O haaa. i kept saying thank you to her and saying God bless you. i was totally speechless. didn't know what else to say to her. i was amazed. i regret not saying this to her though: "God has everything planned out." but T_T oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that gave me such an encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this guy (it was before she came) who walked by and said hi to me. i was about to say hi back but then he said bye right after. i was like "uhh.... ok God bless you" but by that time i think he was gone. oh and when shin was back at our original location, she was tired so she sat on the sidewalk. after some time a bus came and couldnt actually park because she was sitting there. shin didnt know cause the board was blocking her view and the bus driver was telling me to tell her to not sit there. so i called shin and told her to stand up. a lady was nearby and told her that the driver wanted to speak to her. i think she told shin to not sit there because buses come here and such. then the bus driver closed the door and moved a little more. shin and i were still holding up the signs. the bus driver opened the door again and said "but i really do like your signs" ahhhh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. there was one discouragement, but everything good that happened today i would say overcomes that. it was towards the beginning, when i first got there. i was passing out the flyers. so i stood there for some time until a lady came and i handed her one but she said no thanks. so i was like oh ok God bless you! a little while later she came over again and said "you know what i think i will get one" so i was excited. (shouldnt have been though) she then said "can i have a few more for a couple of my friends" (what a lie) and i stupidly said "sure how many would you like?" (being the nice jasmine i am to strangers when doing this kind of thing) and she (pretended to) counted in her head and fingers. then said four. i gave her three more flyers. (like i said...) she said thanks and walked away. i was looking at another direction when i turned to look at her again. i saw her near a trashcan and i was like thinking "oh shoot. she better not have..... she probably did.... no. dont think that. she couldnt be that mean could she?" so i kind of like brushed it off. when we all met again in our little group, i told sarah about it and alice said "yea she tore it and threw it into the trashcan." -.-ll oh gosh. i was like T_T nuuu the poor expensive flyers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130 dollars. according to shin. she printed out 100 of them. so they could have been about... 1 dollar and some cents i assume. so times that with four will give you around... im not good with math but yea! you get the idea right? ahhh. my heart sank and i just quickly said with a loving heart, "Lord, I just pray that You bless her day. open her heart and make it sway into Your direction. Amen." i also heard that she was the lady that johnny pissed off. -.-ll ahahah and i heard what johnny did. he's so awesomely crazy! i want to see that happen again! johnny! bring me next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time. use the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)jasminengo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-4861524796508678273?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/4861524796508678273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=4861524796508678273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4861524796508678273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/4861524796508678273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/hibye.html' title='HI.BYE.'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-2869005261995609817</id><published>2008-03-23T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:13:58.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Bible</title><content type='html'>i need mine back. it was a gift. from May. HI MAY.&lt;br /&gt;i have other Bibles but. the one May got me was special.&lt;br /&gt;because it was a gift. duhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this huge motivation to read the bible.&lt;br /&gt;i mean REALLY READ IT. possibly bible study.&lt;br /&gt;but. with me and God. not with other people.&lt;br /&gt;no offense. x=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'd be best if I did bible study with God.&lt;br /&gt;I mean He's the one the bible's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;He's the one with the answers to what the bible means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the bunnies and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even about chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;It's ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL about God.&lt;br /&gt;Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Flora! :) You still young.&lt;br /&gt;You must be 21 right?? RIGHT? I KNOW IM RIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;If you got Joy's text, I advise you to pray.&lt;br /&gt;I am nodding. &gt;.&gt; ...yes. GOD. HAVE MERCY ON US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am studying at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy. How fun right? I am content. Not even worrying about this.&lt;br /&gt;All I'm thinking is that I love God so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bash in the love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-2869005261995609817?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/2869005261995609817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=2869005261995609817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2869005261995609817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/2869005261995609817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/bible.html' title='the Bible'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-8466773130882680932</id><published>2008-03-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:40:53.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;had such a weird dream last night/this morning.&lt;br /&gt;it was about this little creature that you'd think came from movies like robots or somethinng.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno it was weird and scary. haha&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS BIG. im exaggerating. bigger than any bug ive seen at least. haa.&lt;br /&gt;it was very color and ran really fast. and in my dream i believe it was me, another girl, and a guy.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know who but i had a feeling it was alice or monay and allan.&lt;br /&gt;haa fun. it ran around my room and in my dream, my room was pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;reality, its not. ha. so we were like freaked out right? screaming and trying to like... get out of the bug's way. ooooh! and it like squeaks! like it tries to speak a little. kinda like that bad transformer robot. the weird looking spikey one hahaha. JUXBOX. i think. remember now?&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah. so i finally got to open my door and it ran out, into the restroom, then said&lt;br /&gt;"need to get fresh air!" and ran back toward my room and i was like what the heck??&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to close the door again and dang it was strong. i had to push with two arms just to try to close my door. so usually if you're pushing really hard and on the other side of the door the person like... nevermind thats stupid. ha. anyway! i tried to just like let go of the door so maybe the buglike thing would fly and hit the wall somewhere but it didnt! it came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. right? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we rushed outside and i suppose allan forgot to close the door on it. (dangit my room!)&lt;br /&gt;so it followed us out into the living room. my dad was watching television and asked us whats wrong. i was pulling on his arm and pointing at the buglike thing and said "THATS WHATS WRONG!" and he just stood up and went over to it. he kicked it a little and it kinda bounced back. then he did something. oh no what was it? x___x *thinks REALLLL hard* i think he like took something and stabbed it. or stepped on it really hard. either one i was like o_O hahaha. that part at least i believe i know what it meant. GOD PROTECTS US :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna take a stab at this one? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate bugs.&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-8466773130882680932?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/8466773130882680932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=8466773130882680932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8466773130882680932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/8466773130882680932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-bugs.html' title='i hate bugs'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-9219150159627771374</id><published>2008-03-19T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:15:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L64748</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it seems i have more things to say nowadays. which is pretty good i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;starting to use yahoo messanger. add me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:apastellelife@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apastellelife@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny gave me this verse &amp;amp; i suddenly had a thankful heart:&lt;br /&gt;"I will show you what he is like who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice. He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built."&lt;br /&gt;-Luke 6:47~48-&lt;br /&gt;thanks john john.&lt;br /&gt;let me meditate on this verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right when the day started, my mind was racing around making me think of a lot of things. things my heart have been thinking about but my mind hasnt been able to catch up until this morning. ha. thats funny. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the first thing was about colone and perfume.&lt;br /&gt;many people put soooo much on themselves that it stinks to a certain degree. no offense and all. i know we just want to smell good. but we as human beings already have a distinct smell. though we dont notice it at the moment, we do. and i believe that God loves that smell. even though as we get older and our smell becomes more noticable, i think Gods just sitting on His throne thinking "ahh, my favorite smell in the whole entire world."&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird huh? i dunno. maybe i AM thinking too much. but i just dont get why some people LOVE to shower themselves with perfume and colone. my dad puts tons on. okay. im exaggerating. he puts a lot. hahaha. especially when he goes out to meet someone important or whatever. i can smell it from across the house. im serious. and in the car, since it's so compacted, i think some of his colone gets on me. v___v so i go to class smelling like i used men's colone.&lt;br /&gt;oh and when i spray a little of like one of my sprays from victoria's secret (i believe), JUST A LITTLE OK, he complains. im like "dude what the heck?" but whatever. its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wished that i didnt have my smell buds. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then another thing i was thinking about this morning was...&lt;br /&gt;talking. yes talking. something mostly everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;im not really complaining or anything, but some people LOOOOVE to talk.&lt;br /&gt;i mean thats good and all, but they sometimes go overboard and dont let the other person talk. so the other person ends up sitting there listening to them and even if they had many things to say, they cant because they never get the right chance to say it and if they interrupt the person whose talking then it could be considered rude. human beings have so many rules and ways of describing something that it makes this world so untrue. i dunno. it could just be me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel this way sometimes. im the listener. i mean to be honest i LOVE to listen to people talk. it gives me a sense of calmness that i dont need to say much. but when i do, i cant because the other person is talking on and on and there's no room to cut in. and im that sort of person who hates interrupting people (but do sometimes when im thinking about something and i remember something from a while ago and im just so happy so i blurt it out; i know many of you do that too).&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong or anything. i wont hate you if you keep talking. its good because you should use what God gave you. and for those who dont like talking and rather just listen like myself most of the time, dont blame people like that for not speaking aloud and participating in the everyday lifestyle that supposedly we're suppose to have. we could have many different reasons for not talking a lot. then in comes the whole psychology stuff. oh man i love it. but anyway. but then again. why not use what God gave us right? yeeees. a discussion. an argument. human beings are so complex. ha. which makes me LOVE God even more. and by loving God even more, i just tend to love people more for their complexities. does that make sense to you all? i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to a shelter.&lt;br /&gt;the people there are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;kids. elderly. adults. in their own special way, they're all so darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. abortion clinic.&lt;br /&gt;shinnyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;need to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally drove home today. havent driven in so long.&lt;br /&gt;im finding it rather boring thats why. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;have you gotten to that point yet? where you have your license already. you've been driving around, practicing. and then. BAM! it hits you. DRIVING IS BORING. yes. thats where im at. it is boring. maybe im the only one who ever felt this way, but its ok. what i need to start doing is run. get into shape ya know? OH OH OH. i found a korean tutor! :D YAYYY. it's my friend who im trying to do the caring network with. one person at a time. shes mine! &gt;) no steal ok?? jeshica. she's going to teach me korean. WHOOOHOOO. i will stick with it. because its been a motivation for sooo long. its stronger than wanting to learn japanese. O: i know huh! hahah jk. and if you know me well enough, you'll know how happy i was. MEHEHEHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k me go now.&lt;br /&gt;tons of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missjasminengo.&lt;br /&gt;ps. i need to get a korean translator for this comp. (:&lt;br /&gt;pps. i just remembered that i forgot to meet up with mei again. v_v oh nuuuu. its ok. next time. whenever that is. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-9219150159627771374?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/9219150159627771374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=9219150159627771374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/9219150159627771374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/9219150159627771374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-seems-i-have-more-things-to-say.html' title='L64748'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-5207105134151153486</id><published>2008-03-18T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:55:25.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EV.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;math is confusing. still better than science though.&lt;br /&gt;it's so true that all the math teachers suck and cant teach.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i pray that You give them revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met up with mei. chi wasnt with her this time though. what a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;but i did get to meet someone else. her name is janice. she's korean so she's probably radical.&lt;br /&gt;like everyone says. hahaha. i didn't get to really know how she worships God, because this was only evangelizing. anyway. going on to what happened! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first person was someone who was agnostic. great.&lt;br /&gt;i used the love movement method. (thanks alice!!)&lt;br /&gt;she was actually pretty nice when she rejected the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;"smokers are the best people to talk to. they have this addiction so it's even better because they NEED God" - Mei. makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second person was catholic. meeting her was a great encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;she had a lot of stress lately so mei and i prayed that God would just fill her with joy and take away her burdens of worriness and cast her into a realm where it's all just so chill. x) well. we didn't pray it like that but you get the idea. we chitchatted with her for a long time. i gave her IMPACT's card and put my name and number on it too just in case she couldn't find the place or whatnot. oh and her name is yvette. after we prayed for her, she told us that she felt more peaceful. YAY GO GOD. work through her, Father! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around some more and decided to go up to this one asian girl.&lt;br /&gt;her name was claire and she was apparently studying for her geography test which by the way was at 6:30pm. around that time it was about five i believe. i asked mei to translate for me while i was talking to her. then mei asked her if we could pray for her and she stood up and said "oh please please" i was pretty happy because she looked so eagered, so happy that we offered to pray for her. my heart filled with joy.&lt;br /&gt;so mei prayed for her. at first i thought she was going to pray in chinese. but i guessed wrong.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, she thanked us and i gave her IMPACT's card, wrote my name and number on it just in case. then what made me even happier was the fact that she said, "i'll come when i can or depending on what i get on this geography test"&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW that God will keep His promise when seeing us in faith. God, I pray that You bless her and annoint her with knowledge for her geography test. I know Lord that it's nearly 9 at the moment, but i just hope You still hear me out. i see the light in her Jesus. Use this to bring her to You. show her the love You have for her. im crying out to You for her. she is Your daughter. we are hungry for You. In Your name, I pray Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is actually going pretty well. your way is better. i like it. people are responding nicely." - mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY GO GOD.&lt;br /&gt;love, jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-5207105134151153486?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/5207105134151153486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=5207105134151153486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5207105134151153486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/5207105134151153486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/math-is-confusing.html' title='EV.'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-3894324732918699031</id><published>2008-03-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:53:52.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIMMEMORELORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha what the heck? parents are listening to korean. there's nothing wrong with it, but i always wonder why they do that instead of listening to vietnamese. O: sometimes i think they're really koreans instead. HA. i wish. but then it wouldn't be fair that they never told me cause then i'd be behind on knowing the language itself. v____v okay anyway. that was total random nonsense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is on fire. and i'll tell you why right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally, my anatomy exam number 2 was suppose to be on friday.&lt;br /&gt;well.. my teacher changed it to monday. easter is gone' be one of my favorite uh.. holidays? now.&lt;br /&gt;He sent me two people from USC who were going around talking to people about their christian thing (i forgot what it was called) at USC. I felt so encouraged. They even prayed for me! :D&lt;br /&gt;they were encouraged as well. Mei and Chi. Such nice people. Bless their spiritual walk, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice chat with them around the area of the weird structures. (pcc people hopefully know what im talking about haha; i call it that but it's that area in front of the library)&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the whole evangelizing and what we do when we evangelize. I gave them IMPACT's card and said that they can visit us sometime. I got Mei's number and she invited me to join them tomorrow around 4 to evangelize. COOL STUFF. MEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMMEMORELORD.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's worship was so powerful. the Holy Spirit was definitely working in most of us.&lt;br /&gt;after the service, i quickly got up and asked alice to ask as many people to go to the back middle room as she could. a lot of people joined us. we started praying and somehow the Spirit just overtook us. or at least it over took me in some ways. i started weeping for the lost souls, for our schools, for ourselves, and repented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally bought the organizer&amp;amp;some business-like clothing.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find other colors besides black.&lt;br /&gt;pants were black, a blouse was black, a shirt was black, and i only bought on aqua looking color blouse. L-O-V-E-L-Y.&lt;br /&gt;God, put colors in my life please! Although i like black, other colors should matter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oka so now im waiting upon my upcoming essay, my exam and test, appointment with counselor which i have to call immediately or else id have my dental hygiene counselor which i dont want and the evanglizing thing im doing. so encouraged. GOD GIVE ME MORE BOLDNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand of being so very optimistic, i do feel a sense of guilt. i saw this man in a wheelchair today but for some odd reason, i didn't stand up and pray for him. he was going around with another man asking people if they wanted to sign up for this thing. it was one of those vote no or yes to this and that kinda thing. to be honest, i think i was afraid that he'd ask me to sign it. v__v uhmph. bad jasmine! *slaps my hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forgive me. i keep saying that your will be done in my life, but i couldnt even go up to that guy in the wheelchair. my heart weeps for my stupidity God. i truly am hungry for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you open my eyes to the work of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;as you open my eyes to the work of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;oceans will part, nations come&lt;br /&gt;at the whisper of your call.&lt;br /&gt;hope will rise, glory shown&lt;br /&gt;in my life, your will be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Oceans will part--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been stuck in my head because I sang this twice in a row.&lt;br /&gt;Alice used this song for fellowship and we sang this at church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;God is trying to tell us something!&lt;br /&gt;HE IS CALLING US TO RAISE HOPE, SHOW PEOPLE HIS GLORY, BRING NATIONS BACK TO HIM and just simply do His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I just pray for this nation, open our eyes God. make us humble. tenderize our hearts. we are Yours forever. put in us the desire of Your heart. there are so many things we say, but never do. there are so many people we can save, but we're afraid to even say Your name in front of them. take away this fear, take away this burden we have, take away this anxiety and fill us again with Your love and mercy. Lord, i should be doing my homework right now, but im praying to You. calling out to You. make us HUNGRY for You, Jesus!! GIVE US MORE. WE WANT IT. WE WANT MORE OF YOU. Lord, You always keep Your promises. it's time for us to stand up and make a promise to You. but thats the thing. this generation is lazy. (no offense to everyone). even if we promise You something, we might not do it and forget all about it. take away the laziness. I pray that You keep sending down, soaking us with everything. make us see things in Your view. make us DESIRE what You desire Lord. &lt;em&gt;"break my heart for what breaks yours. everything i am is for your kingdom's cause. as i walk from earth into eternity"&lt;/em&gt; yes Jesus. yes. Bless and annoint us once again. give us Your calling. let us hear Your voice clearer. bring to us what we dare not see and know because we're afraid to to show us this world's true identity. &lt;em&gt;fire fall down! fire fall down! on us, we pray!&lt;/em&gt; Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love you.&lt;br /&gt;His daughter, jasmine ngo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-3894324732918699031?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/3894324732918699031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=3894324732918699031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3894324732918699031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/3894324732918699031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/gimmemorelord.html' title='GIMMEMORELORD'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4255645092499833326.post-6170621279039488663</id><published>2008-03-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:29:58.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rest &amp; get better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;perhaps some of you have noticed that i haven't been enjoying my piano class lately.&lt;br /&gt;if not, thats fine. i don't really notice a lot of what you've been feeling either. not that i don't care, but because i've also been busy. and if that's your case then we're equal. hm.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. i've been really busy with different things and on top of that, i haven't been getting enough sleep. not good. if you read alice's blog for thursday (i believe) march 13 it talks about resting. i know i know. you rest when you sleep. but some people tend to go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;they push themselves so hard that they only sleep maybe 2 hours a day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me. sort of. just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am taking anatomy, piano, english, and math.&lt;br /&gt;anatomy and piano takes a lot of your time.&lt;br /&gt;and all of them require you to use your brain (hopefully) 24 hours a day. some for life purposes.&lt;br /&gt;then i have something called experience with my major; training.&lt;br /&gt;now that is like whenever, flexible and all, but it's late at night when we have it. not good.&lt;br /&gt;coming back around nearly midnight and having class the next day isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;then there's the whole caring network that we must keep on doing. and to be honest with you. sometimes i forget to do it. we have 24 hours in a day and still.. i can't even manage to call someone that i haven't talked to for a week or so and ask them "how are you?" pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worse part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who in their right minds chooses a saturday class unless it's something very important?&lt;br /&gt;me. piano. not important and yet i am taking it on a saturday. what the heck? v___v&lt;br /&gt;i am not complaining and yet i am. does that make sense? i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH! alice is the bomb. muahahahah. yum~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i said to God, "I know i haven't been practicing and all but God, please help me do well on the test. let the teacher see that i actually tried." and guess what? I DID BETTER THAN LAST WEEK! *nodds* yes.&lt;br /&gt;God is giving me so many things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go do stuff and get an organizer.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4255645092499833326-6170621279039488663?l=serenecatalyst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/feeds/6170621279039488663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4255645092499833326&amp;postID=6170621279039488663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6170621279039488663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4255645092499833326/posts/default/6170621279039488663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenecatalyst.blogspot.com/2008/03/perhaps-some-of-you-have-noticed-that-i.html' title='rest &amp; get better'/><author><name>jasypants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16361323609717878903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xTDtC5fOBgA/SEeKrOOOn5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZIZLQ4PqKks/S220/nice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
