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the boy who blocked his own shot
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[31 Jul 2005|12:00pm] |
GOODBYE LIVEJOURNAL
i've had this livejournal since june 17, 2002. exactly 3 years, 1 month, and 2 weeks.. in other words.. way too long.
i'm sorry [ mrjohnny5 ], but it's been great.
HOWEVER if you still want to be ONLINE BEST FRIENDS, add my new name:
[ johnny_dang ]
LOVE,
me
"when memories fade, we've got each other."
::EDIT::
my brudo changed his livejournal name as well. it is no longer [ dadchink ], but it is now [ anton_dang ]. SO TITO BURRITO. this means you need to change yours too. come on, everyone's doing it.. it'll get you drunk!
ok.
peas.
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[26 Jul 2005|08:02pm] |
i love how my parents have asian parties on random days of the week.
let's give it up for heineken and karoake on a tuesday night. YAH!
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[30 Jun 2005|07:22pm] |
open mouth, closed eyes. no words are escaping.
- I am scared about my abilities to spread the Gospel in His world.
- I am uncertain of my future in God’s design.
- I am frustrated in my habitual sin.
- I am floored by the awesome grace and power of my creator.
i don't know what to say.
i don't know what to think.
i don't know what to do.
i don't know where to go.
i just know that my eyes are completely fixed on God.
please, just be in constant prayer for me.
i really, really need it.
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[26 Jun 2005|02:55am] |
summer is good.
all i need is:
*JESUS
*FRIENDS
&
*FAMILY
the end.
i will wear compassion.
j2k5.
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[23 Jun 2005|04:46pm] |
no more, no less.
You're blessed when you're at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.
You're blessed when you feel you've lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.
You're blessed when you're content with just who you are--no more, no less. That's the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can't be bought.
You're blessed when you've worked up a good appetite for God. He's food and drink in the best meal you'll ever eat.
You're blessed when you care. At the moment of being "carefull", you find yourselves cared for.
You're blessed when you get your inside world--your mind and heart--put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.
You're blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That's when you discover who you really are, and your place in God's family.
You're blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God's kingdom.
Not only that--count yourselves blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and they are uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens--give a cheer, even!-for though they don't like it, I do! And all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company. My prophets and witnesses have always gotten into this kind of trouble.
matthew 5:3-12 [theMESSAGE]
YOU ARE BLESSED.
every single one of you.
i love you guys.
every single one of you.
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| I learned how to swallow my pride and say “yes.” |
[19 Jun 2005|11:24pm] |
Proudly, I was walking tall through all life’s tests and trails. The horizon was clear and the ground ahead secure. Until suddenly my feet came out from underneath me, and I found myself face-down in the earth’s soil.
As much as I wanted to pull myself up, I couldn’t get my limbs to cooperate. Others passed me by, but because their eyes were so fixated on the horizon, they couldn’t, or maybe just wouldn’t, see me. So face-down I remained.
Along the way, others would trip over my body lying there in the dirt and end up on the ground next to me, but they too remained there.
Time passed. Days, weeks, maybe even months. I could no longer see the horizon, and while I was once disgusted with my position, I now had grown quite comfortable there. Occasionally I would see the shadow dance by of another traveler walking proudly on the trail, and somewhere deep down inside I would think that maybe I, too, could once again walk. But soon their shadows would pass, and reality would sink in. So in the dirt I remained.
From time to time a passerby would stop and offer assistance to me or one of the others caught face-down—the nerve. Couldn’t they see that I had everything under control? After all, didn’t they know that I too had once walked where they walk? Couldn’t they see that I would be fine on my own? The arrogance. Besides, I would much rather lie hidden in the dirt than have my face exposed while being pulled to my feet. Yes, the dirt suited me quite well.
Then one day everything changed. A Man approached me and stopped right in front of me. The hushed whispers of my other companions told me who it was, so instead of lifting my head, I pushed it further in the dirt. I could not allow this Man to get a glimpse of my face. After all, He made the trail. What would He think of my stumble? Certainly He was only here to push me off the trail and into the bush. And who could blame Him? All of these bodies face-down in the dirt gave the trail a very messy appearance, and wasn’t it all about appearances anyway?
I waited, expecting to feel a push or a pull, only to hear the Man ask, “Do you want a hand?” The voice was so soft and gentle that I almost couldn’t hear it. Until I heard Him ask again, a little louder this time: “Do you want a hand?”
With all of my heart, I wanted to say yes, but I still heard my muffled reply, “No, I’ll be fine.” Yet still the Man stood there.
This continued for days. The Man stood quietly with my head at His feet, and the only occasional words He would utter were, “Do you want a hand?” I would refuse, and He would again remain, only to replay the same scene the next day, and again the one that followed.
A week passed, and I still had yet to take a look at Him. After hearing so much about the Maker of the trail, I was curious, so finally I stole a quick glance up. What I saw surprised me. His demeanor was strong, yet gentle. His expression compassionate, yet not one of pity. His gaze blazing, yet open. He asked again, “Do you want a hand?”
This time, with tears running down my cheeks, turning the dirt to mud under me, I found myself whispering, “Yes.” Immediately the Man dropped to His knees and took my hands in His. Then, wrapping my arm around His strong shoulders, He lifted me quickly and swiftly. Looking at the horizon for the first time in months brought more tears to my eyes as I was captivated by the hope and beauty of the future.
The Man and I walked hand –in hand along the path, having the most wonderful conversations, until my strength returned and my steps were once again firm. He then left my side, but we continued to converse, and He shared with me the planning involved in building this trail and the joys that would come at the end.
So I continued to walk. Yes, there were times when the sun’s radiance was clouded or even times when I again found myself face-down, but He was always right there with me. Waiting with the same question—“Do you want a hand?”—and with fresh memories of my time in the dirt. I learned how to swallow my pride and say “yes.”
RELEVANT.
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[19 Jun 2005|10:15pm] |
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taylor houchens just called me from the working title show, so that i could listen to my favorite song by them. what a great guy.
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[09 Jun 2005|12:02am] |
PRAYER.
it is a very powerful thing.
without prayer, it will only remain a possibility.
if we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter.
GOD's spirit does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.
He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before GOD.
that's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for GOD is worked into something good.
pray every way you know how, for everyone you know.
the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well.
the prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.
PRAY.
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| i love jill shupe |
[02 Jun 2005|12:47am] |
DancexisxRomance: GEEZ THE WORLD IS EFFIN COMIN TO AN END
DancexisxRomance: cool thing is
DancexisxRomance: everything will come out for the better
DancexisxRomance: i dont care what anyone says
DancexisxRomance: everyone needs to strap some postive balls on for once
the end.
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| i've posted this before, but i just felt like i needed to once more.. |
[01 Jun 2005|02:58am] |
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There is a part of you that cannot and WILL not be filled by another person. But humans throughout history have spent their lives, flooded with tears, broken hopes, broken hearts, and broken promises searching for that right "soul mate" to do what no person can truly do. Many of you are banking your heart on the hope that this guy or this girl will complete you, make you feel lovely, make you feel special, give you confidence. I've heard people say, "If only 'someone' would like me, love me!" It's not even about WHO, it's just about "someone", it's about being liked and loved. And if you found that one person who you hope likes you then guess what, they're just as imperfect as you are! They might be a great companion, fun date, but you will not find someone who gives you what you TRULY desire, what your HEART and SOUL truly desire... someone to satisfy the deepest parts of you. Someone to know and love the deepest core of your being. Why do you think the divorce rate is over 50%? Because people are looking to fill something that is un-fillable. They are looking for something to satisfy them that DOES NOT EXIST ON THIS EARTH. ONLY GOD: He is the only one who can fill that ache and He has moved heaven and earth to do so.
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[27 May 2005|01:17pm] |
CHHS GRADUATION
Saturday May 28, 2005
10 am @ the Gwinnett Civic Center
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| [You and me] |
[20 May 2005|06:48pm] |
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i can't keep my eyes off of You.
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| live intentionally... |
[18 May 2005|11:07pm] |
friday is my last day of high school. TWO DAYS. it's so surreal.
pray for all the seniors.
pray for all the high schools.
pray for all the colleges.
pray for God's movement.
pray for God's glory.
pray for God's love.
thanks to all of those that wrote me a senior letter. you don't know how much it means to me. just know that i'm praying for all of you individually.
"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John 13:34-35
live well, live wisely, live humbly.
signing off on,
( J5.. )
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| it's not too late! |
[16 May 2005|06:35pm] |
last call for senior letters. our senior breakfast is tomorrow during 1st and 2nd period. you don't have to turn it into anyone, just hand it to me and i'll read it when we have our breakfast. OR you can write me a letter and give it to me later on if tomorrow is too soon for you. better late than never. hm?
05' REPRESENT FOO!
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| Upcoming shows? |
[12 May 2005|12:17am] |
thursday, march 12th (tomorrow)
at 6:00 PM @ peachtree ridge high school (1555 old peachtree road, suwanee, GA 30024)
with: spencer ussery
FREE!
friday, may 13th
at 6:00PM @ club 908 (908 commercial street in conyers)
with: cartel, celeste, and joy in tomorrow
$7.00 dolares
saturday, may 14th
at 6:00PM @ the masquerade (695 North Ave Atlanta, GA 30308)
with: Harbour, victorian, last november, G' vegas, xzamen, sour mash, ben goldself, giving up goodbye, somewhat golden, left standing, willowford, the green light, chase 56, and S.W.I.T.C.H.
$8.00 adv/ 10.00 at door... 5.00 from us soooo please let us know if you are going cause we are selling ours for cheap!
we haven't practiced in like two months, & plus Chrys is sick... so this should be fun. hope to see everyone this weekend.
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| Jesus is a verb. |
[11 May 2005|06:17pm] |
When someone’s words match their actions, we call that “integrity.” When words and actions don’t line up, we call that “hypocrisy.”
RELEVANTmag.
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[10 May 2005|02:02pm] |
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hello good friends,
my cell phone (along with my brother and sister's) will be cut for the next two months so if you still want to be my friend, keep in touch.
j5@dadrock.com
God bless you all on the forehead,
Johnny Dang
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[10 May 2005|03:28am] |
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Your task is to be true, not popular.
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| oodle doodle. |
[08 May 2005|01:06am] |
hello good friends,
senior letters are due monday, may 9th if anyone is wanting to write me or anyone that is graduating in 05' a letter. if you don't feel like writing me one, you can just give me a call and tell me what you think about me. either way, i still love you.
graduation is just about three weeks away. scary, but very exciting. i am PUMPED overall.
i took the SATs for the third time today. i really hope i did alright. if not, then i give up on life.
mi madre is back from vietnam. i missed her very much. plus, she brought back her brother from the motherland. more asian, more power!
i love you christopher patrick edwards (aka the red bed). i am so proud of you red, you don't even know.
ohhh, & happy birthday to michael aaron martens. i love you's.
1 Corinthians 2:9
"No eye has seen,
no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived
what God has prepared for those who love him"
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