| This shall be my second to last entry here. I'm sick of the clutter and the useless features that were added in a desperate attempt to inject some vitality into Xanga.
Welcome Wagon? Say hi to people who are "just getting started" with Xanga?
Pulse? What are the hot topics amongst Xangans these days?
Guestbook?
Nudge? A pathetic rip-off of Facebook's poke?
Chatboard? Why?
Memories? Why?
And let's be honest, a lot of Xanga users just flat-out suck at writing. I've been more entertained watching Montreal Expos games than reading their entries.
Blogger? Wordpress?
What do you suggest?
EDIT: Montreal Expos ex-Pedro and ex-Vlad Guerrero
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| Too Close for ComfortI am not a fan of this resurgence in popularity of the jean that tapers at the knee and hugs the lower leg all the way down to the ankle. This isn't mean reversion in jean bagginess. This is more like nuthuggery reversion. Even folks with tiny feet appear to be rocking Bozo the Clown shoes when wearing these jeans.
This totally defies the great Western standard of (Greek) statuesque physical appearance. Ugh! How can anyone aspire to anything else?
OK, the snobby remark was facetious, but I still don't like the trend.
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| 여호수아 4:1-7, Joshua 4:1-7
When the whole nation had finished crossing the Jordan, the LORD said to Joshua, "Choose twelve men from among the people, one from each tribe, and tell them to take up twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan
from right where the priests stood and to carry them over with you and
put them down at the place where you stay tonight." So Joshua called together the twelve men he had appointed from the Israelites, one from each tribe, and said to them, "Go over before the ark of the LORD your God into the
middle of the Jordan. Each of you is to take up a stone on his
shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, 'What do these stones mean?' tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the
covenant of the LORD. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the
Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of
Israel forever."
I've never been inclined to wait for a change of date before "turning over a new leaf," no matter how grand the occasion. Why wait for the second Sunday of May to honor your mother for the sacrifices she made in raising you? Why wait for February 14 to express your love to your partner? I've never understood why the beginning of great changes and sweeping self-reform should be designated for particular dates.
The transition to 2008, though, prompted some serious thought and prayer on what I'd like to accomplish. I guess the resolution buzz got me.
One thing I've resolved to do -- and have thankfully been very consistent at thus far -- is to log my prayer requests (both mine and others') and my causes for praise. I noticed a disturbing trend in my genuineness toward others that I allowed to worsen over the course of several years. Whatever prayer request came my way -- a relative in the ER, an abusive relationship, or a crucial decision -- I would listen intently with as much sincerity as is afforded me, and then lose it all the moment I said, "I'll be keeping you in my prayers."
Of the hundreds of requests I've received in that span of time, I probably upheld my word on less than 10 percent of them. And of that 10 percent, I probably held only 1 percent of them in my prayers longer than a few days. The others were only prayed for when topical or recent and many of them never made it into consideration. This wasn't intentional. I cared for these people and their struggles, but there was such a huge rift between my intent and the tragic result of my inaction. I wasn't going the extra mile to bring these requests to the forefront and give them their due attention. They were forgotten and pushed aside in favor of more "pressing matters," mainly those that pertained to my well-being. Mine. Not theirs. Mine.
Given that most of my productive work is done either at my computer or a gym, it only made sense for me to resort to logging requests in Excel spreadsheets rather than a notebook. True evidence that I am a proponent of this tech boom. It's paid dividends. I don't want to be that guy who defaults on his promises.
The inspiration for my praise reports (also recorded in Excel) is the above excerpt from Joshua -- a command from the Lord to the Israelites to memorialize His faithfulness and provision to them. Even after freedom from slavery, countless triumphs over impossible odds, and occupancy of the promised land, they mustered whatever evidence they could to piss and moan about their circumstances. Strife is inevitable, but I simply grew tired of doubting God during its greatest extremes. So I maintain this spreadsheet as a reminder. He has never abandoned me, He never will, and there is never any cause to believe otherwise.
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| It costs a lot to be your 오빠Don't you know I'm not that rich?
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Props to PK 형 for this hilarious AND always topical song.
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