<?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-5819732981943165927</id><updated>2011-11-11T23:44:26.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Leo Mirifm</title><subtitle type='html'>Salam Gula Batu, Salam Enda Nemu Badu...&lt;br&gt;Beperindang Enggau Aku Di Mirifm 95.7&amp;amp;98.0 Mhz Bungah Bepenemu...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-4101741074520686989</id><published>2011-11-06T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:10:50.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a stress!</title><content type='html'>Stress comes in many forms, workplace stress, family stress, grief over  loss of a loved one, etc... Some can be avoided, but as we know, many  cannot. Some people handle stress better than others.Regardless, stress takes its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that is more then enough about meditation and prayer. Study after study have  proven a reduction in every skin and body melody even cancer symptoms  from people that pray and meditate daily. So there you have it - clear, younger skin in 500 words. Great advice to  follow and don't forget to always run anything new by your doctor. They  are licensed for a reason and know whats best for you. by your doctor.  They are licensed for a reason and know whats best for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-4101741074520686989?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4101741074520686989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4101741074520686989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-stress.html' title='What a stress!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-5047955102241071742</id><published>2011-11-05T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:27:51.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back</title><content type='html'>Please to coming back from a long time journey...hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-5047955102241071742?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/5047955102241071742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/5047955102241071742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2011/11/coming-back.html' title='Coming Back'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3341662290276186251</id><published>2011-09-20T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:43:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baram Regatta Season 2 coming soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGZJBLA4rYs/TniHD9fhUDI/AAAAAAAAASc/sQjAusbiHg0/s1600/285463_112429225520172_100002592862878_89556_7393630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGZJBLA4rYs/TniHD9fhUDI/AAAAAAAAASc/sQjAusbiHg0/s200/285463_112429225520172_100002592862878_89556_7393630_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654417834279784498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual...hehehe Baram Regatta coming soon man...for your information, the Baram Regatta's history begun when one of Baram's Resident, Charles Hose orderly an annual competition for a war-canoes of  all a villagers to be hold in Apr 1899.  All a longhouses in a Baram and  Tinjar were informed.  They enclosed a Kenyahs of a Baram, a Lirongs of  a Tinjar and Madangs of a executive highlands as good as a series of  Ibans. On 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Apr 1899, about 5 thousand people from Baram and a  Madang was encamped between a Resident’s bungalow and Fort Hose.  The  Ibans took adult buliding in a prolonged quarrel of Chinamen’s emporium  in Marudi town.  The Tinjar Lirongs arrived after sunset.  They were  dressed in full fight attires in their fight canoes and on attainment a  Lirongs rushed adult a mountain to conflict a Kenyahs in a ridicule  battle.  After a clash, everybody staid down sensitively for a night.  &lt;p&gt;    On daylight of 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Apr 1899, all a people fabricated in a  proxy discussion gymnasium built with palm leaves.  The Baram chiefs sat  on a prolonged height on one side of a gymnasium while a Tinjar group  on a oter.  The Resident placed himself in a middle.  The dual parties  exchanged messages and presents and a good vessel competition was  announced to take place on 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Apr 1899. At daylight of a regatta twenty racing boats from all a longhouses  were brought to a starting indicate for miles upland from a Fort.  Each  vessel lift between sixty t seventy men, sitting dual abreast.  At a  sound of a gun, a twenty boats leaped by a water.  Soon, dual boats drew  out in a front with a grand neck-to-neck race.  The leader was a  organisation of pacific downriver folks who schooled vessel creation  from a Malays of a coast.  The crowds on a bank behaved in good  amusement and forgot their feuds in a seductiveness of racing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;     As of today the regatta, with all a attraction, was not only a small  jubilee though underneath a glamorous masquerade a bold immature  paddlers from all over Baram district will accumulate here in Marudi to  competed in this stirring 3days vessel races(start 1st October till 3rd October 2011). This BARAM REGATTA will  always be remembered as a ancestral stress of a fiesta. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baram Regatta will be held once any dual years, fills with fad and  celebrations, is a thoughtfulness of a Baram’s charming past and carries  with it informative and chronological significance. Colorful flashy  prolonged boats perplexing to out run any other in a Baram river,  braggadocio a competence of both a rowers and peculiarity of their  crafts.  For Baram Regatta 2011, a organizer has line out engaging  module such as speed vessel race, informative shows, Baram Idol, beauty  pageants, exhibitions and many more. See you guys at Marudi... this is my first time to Marudi...Hopefully I'll enjoy it...On next 27th October, Baram Idol will start on 28th September till 30th September 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3341662290276186251?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3341662290276186251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3341662290276186251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2011/09/baram-regatta-season-2-coming-soon.html' title='Baram Regatta Season 2 coming soon'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGZJBLA4rYs/TniHD9fhUDI/AAAAAAAAASc/sQjAusbiHg0/s72-c/285463_112429225520172_100002592862878_89556_7393630_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-6926114869939220698</id><published>2011-09-08T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:59:42.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...Wishing and craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1mOTiuA-s/TmghfEBmrbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OP0aX7M_3b8/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1mOTiuA-s/TmghfEBmrbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OP0aX7M_3b8/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649802550076419506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally despair on my life.... just waiting for the miracles thing...wishing for the craving things....what should you do when craving?.....waiting for the time...it's not time yet for me......maybe next other year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-6926114869939220698?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6926114869939220698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6926114869939220698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2011/09/waitingwishing-and-craving.html' title='Waiting...Wishing and craving'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye1mOTiuA-s/TmghfEBmrbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OP0aX7M_3b8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-7651668509290828506</id><published>2010-09-19T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:27:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manang Bakak “Asu Rangka” of the Paku.</title><content type='html'>Based on the &lt;a href="http://gnmawar.wordpress.com/"&gt;Gmawar&lt;/a&gt; Research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While serving a prison sentence at Simanggang Jail, Manang Bakak was said to have left his cell and wandered freely at night, returning again in the morning. This occurred when he was imprisoned in the late 1890s for attempted murder and for his attitude towards the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was found guilty of using a friend’s spear in attempting to murder a&lt;br /&gt;Trader and his wife at Nanga Sekundong in the Paku. Luckily his victims were only wounded. Suspicion fell strongly on him and led to his arrest and inprisonment in the Simanggang jail. While he was in jail, he left his cell and sat outside house at night. The Resident and other government officers were wondering how he was able to break open the strong iron door with his bare hands. In their amazement they considered him insane. After he did this several times, he was transferred to the Kuching jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he also came out of his cell at night to sit outside the building. But because he never ran away, the government pardoned him. At the Kuching jail Bakak was said to have broken the iron bars of the cell in which he was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time according to these stories, he was called by the Rajah to the Astana grounds. Bakak came with his escort. Sir Charles Brooke told Bakak that he had heard that he was a strong man, and asked him to lift a huge iron cannon that stood in the grounds. Bakak immediately took hold of the cannon, raised it from the ground and asked the Rajah where he would like him to throw it. For himself he wanted to throw it into a deep pool in the Sarawak River off the Astana landing place. The Rajah merely asked him to put the cannon back, he was so puzzled to see such extraordinary strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had been released from prison, the mischievous Bakak unlawfully carried a flag of State op the Krian and down the Rimbas River. He informed the Iban of these rivers that the Rajah wanted all warriors to join a government war expedition to fight the Julau Iban. Of course, this was a false story, so the Resident of the Second Division, Mr. Bailey, ordered that Bakak be arrested. To carry out this order Tait, the brother of Penghulu Saang, accompanied by his brother M’eling and a certain Indit, went to arrest Bakak at Ulu Bayor, Rimbas, where he was hiding. As they knew that Bakak was a strong man, his companions asked Tait to catch him with the aid of a pelemah charm which would weaken him. When they reached the Ulu Bayor longhouse at midday they found that Bakak was sleeping in the headman’s house. Seeing this, Tait and his friends caught him with the pelemah charm, which made Bakak very weak, and brought him to Simanggang where he was again im¬prisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he behaved in strange ways, and at last he was seen eating his owe feces, But this action was of course not real; he did it by a conjuring trick. Later due to his escape from the prison house, he was released and declared an outlaw by the government. This meant that if anyone disturbed Bakak the government would not be responsible for the mischief done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, while troops were staying at Simanggang while on their way to the Delok Cholera expedition in 1902, Bakak did an extraordinary thing which was witnessed by many in the Simanggang bazaar. He told a certain Chinese trader that all the iron bars he sold in his shop were soft and could not be used for making knives. Hearing this, the Chinese shopkeeper told Bakak he could take all the iron bars in his shop, if he could break them to pieces with his hands. Bakak took the iron bars one by one, and broke them by cutting them with two fingers. This action amazed all who witnessed it. The trader, who had promised to give all the iron bars to him if he could break them, fulfilled his promise. So Bakak took them and distributed them to those who had gathered to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time about 80 Iban were stranded in Kuching, on their way home from tapping wild rubber in various places throughout the country. They had run short of money for paying their fares. Bakak, who was staying in Kuching, played various tricks in order to raise money to help them. He bought about twenty fathoms of white calico cloth which he hung across Carpenter Street. In between these curtains he demonstrated various kinds of magical tricks, such as turning a pingan leaf into a mouse-deer, a brass areca-nut box into a tortoise, and many other things into centipedes and snakes. Everyone who was attracted by these tricks had to pay two cents for a short glance into the enclosure where Bakak was performing his magic. From these tricks Bakak collected about $100/- which was enough for his friends to go home by the sailing schooners used in those early years of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakak was a Saribas Iban, born at Tanjong, who lived at Beduru and Matop, Paku. From boyhood he had been interested in the secrets of the medicine men. Wherever he travelled in his bachelor days, he studied all branches of magic from famous manang or dukun wherever he could find them. Being learned in all these things, he was able to turn sireh leaves into dollar notes and white, red and black calico towels into white, red and black snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was serving a sentence in the Baram prison for his involvement in the Asun affair, he went to cure a patient in an Iban longhouse at Nakat. Next morning his friend Kakat sent him back to the Baram bazaar by canoe in order that he might go back to the prison house. On the way, Kakat told Bakak that he had no money to buy food in the bazaar. Bakak told him not to worry for money came whenever anyone was in need of it. As they neared the town, Bakak asked Kakat to lend him the black towel which he wore around his waist. Kakat handed his towel to Bakak, who pronounced a spell (puchau) over it and threw it into the river. When they reached the landing stage at Marudi, they found that a great number of people were in panic. Bakak asked the reason. Someone told him that the son of a rich Chinese trader had been bitten by a black cobra near his father’s shop and had fallen un¬conscious. The man said that the boy’s father was looking for someone who could cure his son. Hearing this Bakak went to a shop to take some refreshments with Kakat. After the boy’s father was told that Bakak was in town he came to look for him. When he met him, he begged Bakak to see his son who was unconscious due to the snake bite. Bakak told him that he could not help him as he had never cured anyone of snake bite before. Finally, he let himself be persuaded to try to cure the trader’s son, and went to see the boy and read a spell (puchau) over the tiny wound on the boy’s leg. After this the boy became conscious and was well again shortly afterwards. In appreciation, the trader handed Bakak $60/-, as Bakak had expected. He knew that all this funny business would happen, because the black calico towel he had thrown into the river had become the black cobra, and he had sent it to bite the trader’s son, whom he had named in his spell. He gave this money to Kakat who needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his young days when he led a party of Iban rubber tappers to work at Mukah, he and his followers were invited to attend a tamat pencha festival, – a feast at which the penikar, or teacher, chooses the first, second and third class martial arts dancers. At the end of the feast the penikar invited Bakak’s men to compete with his students in the dance. Bakak agreed and asked his friends to enter the competition. After all the men had danced, the penikar suggested that Bakak should dance in opposition to him. Bakak agreed and he started to attack his opponent more roughly then the dance allowed. Due to the roughness of the battle dance they soon fell into open quarrelling. When the time came for Bakak to accept the blows of his opponent, he prevented his approach with a gayong dalam spell, which spiritually struck the liver of his opponent. Due to this, the quarrel became very bad and this caused a lot of trouble. In his anger, after his friends had left the house, Bakak pulled away the house ladder and threw it to the ground. Having done this, with his great strength he pulled down an areca palm which he placed upside down in place of the ladder. In fear of him, none of his opponents dared to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other strange things that Bakak is said to have done to confuse people. He could cause a few glasses of wine never to be finished, even if drunk by several hundred people all day. The last time he did this was in 1943 at the end of a festival at the Batu Anchau cemetery on the Paku River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his time Bakak was a famous manang or shaman. He was especially renowned for the power and courage he showed in performing dangerous pelian in which he summoned demons, some of them in the form of monkeys, crocodiles, river-turtles, or barking deer. The demons, it was believed, caused sickness. When the demons he summoned appeared in a reptile or animal guise, Bakak was brave enough to fight them with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1940s, on his way from Julau to his sister’s house at Matop in the Paku, Bakak was invited to perform a pelian for a sick woman at Penom. During the night’s performance the drinkers finished their wine and had no money to buy more from the Chinese boat-hawkers in the river nearby. Due to this, they begged for money from Bakak who was singing his pelian prayers while seated on a swing. Bakak asked for sir eh leaves from a man who sat near him, and the latter gave him all the sireh leaves he found in his areca nut box. Receiving these Bakak rolled them many times between his palms, chanting a spell, which turned the seven leaves the man had given him into dollar notes. With this money the young men bought bottles of wine from the Chinese hawkers. But a week later one of the traders complained that a strange thing had happened to him. “Someone,” he said, “mischievously threw sireh leaves into my money box.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bakak was released from the Baram prison in about 1935 he returned to live at Pakan in the Julau River. From Julau he visited his relatives in the Paku once every few months till his last visit in 1955. Most of his lifetime was spent at Pakan. He died of old age at Matop, Paku in 1955, aged about 81 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-7651668509290828506?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gnmawar.wordpress.com/jerita-lama/iban-migration-peturun-iban/early-iban-migration-part-3/' title='Manang Bakak “Asu Rangka” of the Paku.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7651668509290828506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7651668509290828506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2010/09/manang-bakak-asu-rangka-of-paku.html' title='Manang Bakak “Asu Rangka” of the Paku.'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8018127894010768159</id><published>2010-04-30T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:03:20.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S9pVPHWrBbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1eW5UN0f2cU/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S9pVPHWrBbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1eW5UN0f2cU/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465774815928059314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I have found myself re-living the past two weeks I spent doing my thesis. Being home makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; for those days, but it's nice to be home. Sunlight every day brings in bursts of light into our house, which makes me crave kolok mee.&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/5819732981943165927-8018127894010768159?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8018127894010768159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8018127894010768159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2010/04/boring-lazy-day.html' title='Boring Lazy Day'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S9pVPHWrBbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/1eW5UN0f2cU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-6634182382343323000</id><published>2010-04-19T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:31:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Mini Film Festival UNIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vcbUD5doI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ml1cCltRgM4/s1600/members3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461701334916494978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vcbUD5doI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ml1cCltRgM4/s200/members3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vbIraRS_I/AAAAAAAAANs/U1oQYcWAQkc/s1600/members2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461699915255204850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vbIraRS_I/AAAAAAAAANs/U1oQYcWAQkc/s200/members2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is the greatest mini film festival for me. For two weeks hardly prepare for this festival at last it ended successfully. Number 2wenty 3hree picture was heavenly took all the nominees with 9 all won out. certain people criticise our team mate...but the important things that we have is ....true lead team cooperation....for those who still finding their way to the real steal world..please do so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the true lead cooperation members of my production......CONGRATE TO ALL &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-6634182382343323000?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6634182382343323000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6634182382343323000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2010/04/6th-mini-film-festival-unimas.html' title='6th Mini Film Festival UNIMAS'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vcbUD5doI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ml1cCltRgM4/s72-c/members3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-4993285946179571308</id><published>2010-04-02T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:37:24.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIPTA around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vdgVEraBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/saxlEXIBpDM/s1600/cipta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461702520599177234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vdgVEraBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/saxlEXIBpDM/s200/cipta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha...it's been a while i'm quite busy with my thesis and my Final Year project... CIPTa (Cetusan Inspirasi Pelajar Tahun Akhir) is around the corner....hahaha...hope doing fine on that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-4993285946179571308?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4993285946179571308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4993285946179571308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2010/04/cipta-around-corner.html' title='CIPTA around the corner'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S8vdgVEraBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/saxlEXIBpDM/s72-c/cipta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-6838987158476791656</id><published>2010-01-27T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:32:52.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wachaaaaa...Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S1_Bei1XKBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w1IvHDAbQ8w/s1600-h/18846_244967028365_623153365_3308362_588133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S1_Bei1XKBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w1IvHDAbQ8w/s200/18846_244967028365_623153365_3308362_588133_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431272406122965010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wachaa...my friend..&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a while since the last post. I'm now in the process of editing my Final year project in Unimas. I've had such positive feedback from my old friends on the blog that I'll do it again. I had no idea so many friends and relatives were following my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my latest final year project called " Iyang". The poster is not actually as shown.. I've edited from one of the independent film" GEDEBE"... just a gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll coming soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-6838987158476791656?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6838987158476791656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6838987158476791656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2010/01/wachaaaaacome-back.html' title='Wachaaaaa...Come Back'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/S1_Bei1XKBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/w1IvHDAbQ8w/s72-c/18846_244967028365_623153365_3308362_588133_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-7519245837681532852</id><published>2009-10-03T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:49:45.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian Bear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 102, 204); margin-top: 8px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="googlejokead" style="float: right; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;There was a man who one day didnt feel like going to church so he decided to go hunting instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;He was out in the bush when he was aproched from behind by a bear. He dropped his gun by accident but didnt bother to pick it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;He ran for his life. Weaving in and out the trees with the bear on his trail. Curving around a tree he triped over its root.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;He looked up and the bear looked down. The bear was about to strike at him. He put his hands together and prayed:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;"Dear lord, Please let this bear be a christian."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;the bear sat down on its bum and held the mans hands, closed his eyes and said: "Dear lord, Thankyou for the food that i am about to recieve"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-7519245837681532852?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7519245837681532852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7519245837681532852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/10/christian-bear.html' title='The Christian Bear!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-1931777115848598198</id><published>2009-05-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:38:03.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJ Sec14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I went down to PJ on a boring trip, happened to stop by at the Digital Mall. At first I was sitting in front of Starbucks waiting for my colleague, then I turned around and saw that I’m actually right next to the famous Digital Mall! So, I hopped in to take a look what is the hype all about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="width: 126px; height: 94px;" src="http://mylittlecottage.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/dsc00823thumbnail.jpg" alt="dsc00823thumbnail.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 125px; height: 93px;" src="http://mylittlecottage.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/dsc00828thumbnail.thumbnail.jpg" alt="dsc00828thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Digital Mall is a place where you can find all sorts of IT related products ranging from PCs, laptops, softwares, games, mobile phones and more. On the top floor, you can find a supermarket style shop selling full range of computer stuff. I’ve been dreaming about this IT supermarket concept for quite some time and now that I’ve seen it realize before my eyes…nice!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, maybe not 100% nice as the goods was not really cheap. I bet you could find the same price in Kuching for the same stuff offered over there. Only some small things they displayed at really cheap price just to attract your attention. Then again, I don’t need any of those stuff, so I didn’t buy anything there. So much for the Digital Mall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-1931777115848598198?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1931777115848598198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1931777115848598198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/05/pj-sec14.html' title='PJ Sec14'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-4467140895746240741</id><published>2009-04-28T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:18:58.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi...Oi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfceQX_y3lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SacxxzMXpBs/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfceQX_y3lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SacxxzMXpBs/s200/w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329761950684601938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank in a pub on a saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Me and the boys were feelin` alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we walked the streets feelin` loads of pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Proud with our roots and our way of lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stood some geezers tried to steal the night&lt;br /&gt;Stared at us, tried to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;Me and the boys were waiting for the start&lt;br /&gt;As we prepared for an aggro, oh! what a night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That`s the story of how our lives go&lt;br /&gt;We have been treated like a bunch of snucked up fools&lt;br /&gt;Scorned by many, understood by few&lt;br /&gt;There`s not much things left for us to do&lt;br /&gt;Don`t wanna go back to dark days of mine&lt;br /&gt;Where i`ve gone too far, i could`ve killed someone&lt;br /&gt;But i don`t wanna sit down behaving like a cunt&lt;br /&gt;While watching my mates doing the best they can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-4467140895746240741?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4467140895746240741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4467140895746240741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/oioi.html' title='Oi...Oi...'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfceQX_y3lI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SacxxzMXpBs/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8811871708523740958</id><published>2009-04-28T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:09:36.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinhead for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfcbhiOflQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tontIzltOA4/s1600-h/048nqhl8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfcbhiOflQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tontIzltOA4/s200/048nqhl8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329758946953499906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of Riot!!!! Oi!! Oi!! Oi!! Skinhead 4 Life&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/5819732981943165927-8811871708523740958?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8811871708523740958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8811871708523740958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/skinhead-for-life.html' title='Skinhead for Life'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfcbhiOflQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tontIzltOA4/s72-c/048nqhl8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-2590513729757856033</id><published>2009-04-25T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:07:09.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfLBWfxP6EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BW49AGd4mWI/s1600-h/06-05-08_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfLBWfxP6EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BW49AGd4mWI/s200/06-05-08_1528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328533901362063426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best moment for last year picnic...but when is the right time to have tis moment again?....hopefully next year is the day for this greatest moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-2590513729757856033?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2590513729757856033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2590513729757856033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-moment.html' title='Best Moment'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SfLBWfxP6EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BW49AGd4mWI/s72-c/06-05-08_1528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-5846694249358964445</id><published>2009-04-09T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:31:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last night was a terrible night for me... why?...me and my wife fight on the phone about my ex fiance'... WTF.. my ex trying to get back what she want...it's me... i done get her actually...she so cruel..even called my wife. Thank GOD that my wife still believe me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Lately, my ex called me for 2 hours. She asked me about my wife. i've told her that my wife better than her. She so mad at me and straight away ring my wife. One of the question that came from my wife is " Do you have any affair with your ex?, if that so just let me and imelda go"... That's the question that i don't want to hear from my wife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I try to defense myself but i can't..  i tried to ring my wife but no answer.. i couldn't get it why my ex still want me?..did i do something wrong then?. after  i called my wife, my mum called. She said that my ex's parent are mad with me because this little bastard told them that me and her still in a relationship.Did i ?... that's the big question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Day for me has begun......my ex rang me and she told me that she still love me and need me ... a double questions messy up my mind now... are my wife try to testing my loyalty or my ex try to create something that we call problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-5846694249358964445?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/5846694249358964445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/5846694249358964445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='What a Day!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-4609954231124717607</id><published>2009-04-07T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:45:06.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             I woke up late this morning and almost miss my web design presentation. O my God...my leg...arghhhh...I suffered from leg cramps which came in waves of pain so agonizing that I dreaded going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Painful leg cramps kept me up for hours and I was a wreck the next day and so it continued.Every morning is my worst ever time for me to wake up from my bed...only God knows everything...Did i've done something wrong?....maybe yeah...i'm not sure also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             A friend ( Jack Peng Chet Foo) aka Ah Chai advised me to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urut&lt;/span&gt; la...aiya...painful lo... I was incredulous but he assured me that it works. my answer..." malas la...lagi pun nak urut apa?" .... Jack always make fun of me especially my leg...aiya ...i'm not to big  to do something that we call " SUKAN" aiya...all are propaganda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            The most frequent cause for night leg cramping is a mineral deficiency of calcium and/or magnesium.Cramps are a sign of elctrytic imbalnce often caused by a lack of potassium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-4609954231124717607?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4609954231124717607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4609954231124717607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain.html' title='Pain!!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3213326967893645049</id><published>2009-04-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:44:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_nZampe3QAJE/SdlQToCR8LI/AAAAAAAAFgE/prH1nI0aKDs/s1600-h/Couple%20Sillouette%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Couple Sillouette" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="Couple Sillouette" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_nZampe3QAJE/SdlQUDRJeOI/AAAAAAAAFgI/KE1uR_asl38/Couple%20Sillouette_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="196" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what you would be doing, this very moment….Tell me, my dear… do you think about me when you scribble something on a piece of paper? Do you think about me when you sleeping?Do my thoughts  bring a smile on your face when you lie in the bed late at night? Or does my absence keeps you up all night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you still smile with your eyes closed when I'm far from you? Do you feel my head on your shoulder when lie in the bed? Do you still like waking up to my lips?Do my tears make you cry?    Do your feet turn cold at night? I know mine do.When you think about the future what picture pops into your head? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me, my darling…When you talk about love, do you talk about me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3213326967893645049?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3213326967893645049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3213326967893645049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-my-love.html' title='Miss My Love'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_nZampe3QAJE/SdlQUDRJeOI/AAAAAAAAFgI/KE1uR_asl38/s72-c/Couple%20Sillouette_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8929385597671936681</id><published>2009-04-06T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:13:38.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear GOD!  Down on my knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will overthrow with the breath of his mouth and destroy by the splendour of his coming&lt;/span&gt;’    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from 2 Thess 2:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 79, 79);font-size:100%;" &gt; I can see best when I'm down on my knees, when I'm listening to Jesus and he's speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;On my knees I see clearer than I do from above, and when I'm meeting with Jesusi can ssee through His love.It's hard to be haughty when kneeling in prayer.For my vision is cleared when I meet with Him there.It's hard to judge others while petitioning Him,While seeking forgiveness for my failures and sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(47, 79, 79);font-size:100%;" &gt;My perception is best when I kneel before Him and He opens my eyes to His love once again.Though to some it seems foolish, it is wisdom to me.When I want to see best, I get down on my knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-8929385597671936681?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8929385597671936681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8929385597671936681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/04/perspective-of-gods-judgment.html' title='Dear GOD!  Down on my knees'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-1661371503068618296</id><published>2009-03-30T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:01:34.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Of Me</title><content type='html'>If you could see inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;                see inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;                you would know how I long for you&lt;br /&gt;                whenever we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  If you could see inside my head&lt;br /&gt;                if thoughts were things to see&lt;br /&gt;                you would know how I cherish you&lt;br /&gt;                how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  In all the ways you comfort me&lt;br /&gt;                the way you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;                the way you know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;                to chase away my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  The sparkle in your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;                your smile, laugh, your touch&lt;br /&gt;                are just a few of many reasons&lt;br /&gt;                I love you oh so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Knowing I can talk to you&lt;br /&gt;                about any and everything&lt;br /&gt;                and knowing together we will get&lt;br /&gt;                through whatever life may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  I could search the whole world over&lt;br /&gt;                and this I know is true&lt;br /&gt;                I would never find another love&lt;br /&gt;                like the love I found with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Though with each new day, each sunrise&lt;br /&gt;                we can't  know what's in store&lt;br /&gt;                there is one thing I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;                each day I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  So if you could see inside my head&lt;br /&gt;                if thoughts were things to see&lt;br /&gt;                you would know I blessed I feel&lt;br /&gt;                to have you here with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-1661371503068618296?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1661371503068618296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1661371503068618296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/inside-of-me.html' title='Inside Of Me'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-2356436078390250637</id><published>2009-03-23T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:01:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentime!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Scb-IzXxQvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1SoDY3OkcIU/s1600-h/telentime.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oleh SY MUSSADDAD MAHDI (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" class="style1" &gt;&lt;strong class="textnews"&gt;15 March 2009 : Utusan Malaysia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sering tampil dengan garapan yang membawa pengisian penuh makna  tersirat di sebalik paparan visualnya, &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=crew&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=497" class="article"&gt;Yasmin Ahmad&lt;/a&gt; meneruskan  penjelajahan itu dengan &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=film&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=843" class="article"&gt;Talentime&lt;/a&gt; yang dijadual memulakan tayangan pada  26 Mac ini.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ini adalah filem ketiga Yasmin bersama Primeworks Studios selepas  &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=film&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=422" class="article"&gt;Mukhsin&lt;/a&gt; pada 2007. Talentime juga bersifat kritis dalam soal  perhubungan dengan mengangkat kepelbagaian kaum di Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yasmin mengangkat kehidupan masyarakat Malaysia. Dia membuatkan penontonnya sering berasa dekat dengan paparannya kerana setiap pengkisahannya adalah realiti yang kita sering tonton seharian.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Memaparkan Ipoh sebagai lokasi utama filem yang menelan belanja RM1.5 juta ini sememang begitu menyentuh perasaan dengan lakonan para pelakon yang begitu dekat di hati Yasmin sendiri.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Berlatar pertandingan adu bakat antara pelajar di sebuah sekolah, Talentime bertumpu pada kehidupan dua keluarga. Satu keluarga campuran Melayu-Inggeris manakala satu lagi sebuah keluarga India yang konservatif.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Telentime memperlihatkan bagaimana dua kehidupan itu bertembung apabila keperitan yang dilalui menjadi hikmah yang memutikkan cinta, dalam kisah ini antara Melur lakonan Pamela dan Mahesh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Filem ini juga membicarakan hal perhubungan antara seorang anak dan ibu yang terlantar sakit, mengenai erti kasih dan pengorbanan, serta menyentuh mengenai hati dan perasaan dua guru.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Scb_aUhWFfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FJUOEDg3M4Y/s1600-h/utusan20090315-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Scb_aUhWFfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FJUOEDg3M4Y/s200/utusan20090315-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316217237807699442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kali ini Talentime menampilkan dua muka baru, Pamela Chong dan Mahesh Jugal Kishor sebagai pelakon utamanya, selain turut dibintangi &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=artist&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=5443" class="article"&gt;Mohd Syafie Naswip&lt;/a&gt; yang digilap bakatnya menerusi filem Mukhsin, &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=artist&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=2962" class="article"&gt;Azean  Irdawaty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=artist&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=2992" class="article"&gt;Adibah Noor&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/main/index.php?mod=artist&amp;amp;p=info&amp;amp;id=2970" class="article"&gt;Jit Murad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kali ini tumpuan lebih terarah kepada Jaclyn Victor yang diangkat ke layar perak buat kali pertama. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lakonan yang diberikan oleh Jac tidak mengecewakan dan dia tampil sebagai kakak kepada Mahesh yang masih lagi hidup dalam sebuah keluarga India yang konservatif.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Garapan babak demi babak yang dijalinkan membuai emosi penonton sehingga ada yang menitiskan air mata. Paling mengesankan babak Hafiz lakonan Shafie yang sanggup menjaga ibunya lakonan Azean Irdawaty selepas waktu sekolah. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bayangkan pengorbanan seorang anak terhadap ibu yang tiada penghujung. Kasih sayang yang tidak dapat dicari ganti sehinggalah ke akhir hayat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;l Mahu Talentime diterima&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bagi Yasmin sendiri, dia mengharapkan naskhahnya kali ini dapat diterima ramai. Jelasnya, filem ini masih lagi dikira kecil jika mahu dibandingkan dengan filem yang lain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Memang saya seronok membuat filem ini. Bukan sahaja kerana jalan ceritanya, malah kesungguhan setiap pelakon yang bersungguh-sungguh membuatkan saya lebih bersemangat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Bagi saya pelakon yang baik mestilah mempunyai karisma. Dan saya telah buktikan dalam filem ini, setiap pelakon yang saya bawa masuk mempunyai karisma yang tersendiri. Walaupun sebahagiannya hanya watak kecil, ia tetap berbekas di hati penonton,” jelasnya lagi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mungkin ada yang melihat filem ini lebih banyak memaparkan budaya dan adat resam agama Hindu dan soalan yang berlegar di fikiran, adakah itu yang mahu diangkat oleh Yasmin dalam karyanya itu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bagi Yasmin, filem bukan sekadar mengangkat budaya dan bahasa masing-masing. Malah apa yang cuba dipamerkan adalah lebih kepada tema kemanusiaan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Masyarakat di Malaysia sendiri berbilang kaum dan setiap hari kita dapat lihat pelbagai budaya dan adat resam. Saya hanya memaparkan apa yang saya lihat seharian. Tidak salah bukan?” tegas Yasmin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Setelah menghasilkan Rabun, Sepet, Gubra, Mukhsin dan Muallaf, nama Yasmin tidak pernah lekang dengan kontoversi. Pelbagai pihak seakan-akan tidak senang dengan apa yang diperolehnya sehingga kini.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Akui Yasmin, dia langsung tidak ambil pusing dengan apa yang orang lain lakukan terhadap dirinya. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Walaupun ramai yang cuba menabur pasir dalam periuknya, Yasmin tetap akan terus berjuang dalam industri ini. Sebelum ini kebanyakan karya-karya Yasmin akan dipertandingkan di luar negara. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apabila ditebak sama ada filem ini juga akan dipertandingkan di luar negara, kata Yasmin itu bukanlah niat utama dia menghasilkan filem dan ia akan menjadi sesuatu yang membanggakan jika filem itu berjaya dipertontonkan di luar negara.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Semasa penggambaran lagi dia tidak mahu menanam stigma kepada setiap kru untuk membuat Talentime kerana mahu menyertai mana-mana festival. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lantaran itu dia hanya mahu menghasilkan sebuah naskhah yang terbaik dan boleh diterima umum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-2356436078390250637?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2356436078390250637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2356436078390250637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/talentime.html' title='Talentime!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Scb_aUhWFfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FJUOEDg3M4Y/s72-c/utusan20090315-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8542749974500465915</id><published>2009-03-13T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:45:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are They?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SblmCzDrTWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/goEdPWXuL78/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SblmCzDrTWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/goEdPWXuL78/s200/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312389433711611234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Izwan aka Jr..Just finish our Bahasa Melayu Presentation last semester...Looks like abit tough but not...hahaha&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/5819732981943165927-8542749974500465915?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8542749974500465915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8542749974500465915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-are-they.html' title='Who are They?'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SblmCzDrTWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/goEdPWXuL78/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-2505584033689889693</id><published>2009-03-13T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:42:19.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCP (Multiple Camera Production)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Penerbitan video kamera berbilang(multiple camera production) ialah satu penerbitan yang menggunakan dua atau lebih kamera video. Penerbitan kamera berbilang(MCP) mempunyai dua jenis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Penerbitan yang dirakam dan akan disunting      kembali dalam pos produksi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Penerbitan kemera berbilang untuk sebuah      siaran langsung yang tidak mungkin dapat dibetulkan sebarang kesilapan      jika berlaku kerana ia merupakan siaran langsung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penerbitan ini mempunyai seorang pengarah yang mengarahkan krew bawahannya. Pengarahan kamera berbilang atau MCP bermakna kita mengarah dan menyatukan elemen-elemen penerbitan yang berbeza secara serentak daripada bilik kawalan dalam studio televisyen. Dalam pengarahan kamera berbilang(MCP), pengarah cuba menerbitan sebuah hasil penerbitan yang memerlukan penyuntingan pos produksi yang minima. Dalam siaran langsung pengarah tiada peluang untuk membetulkan apa-apa kesilapan jika berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengarah penerbitan kemera berbilang merangkumi kerjasama dalam operasi teknikal dan juga aksi talents. Seorang pengarah akan mendapati mengarah mesin-mesin yang kompleks seperti kamera-kamera, audio, grafik, pita video dan sebagainya merupakan sesuatu tugas yang mencabar. Namun apabila seorang pengarah telah menguasainya maka tugas yang paling sukar pula ialah berkaitan dengan manusia sama ada dihadapan kamera iaitu talent dan juga krew di belakang kamera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;MENGARAH DARI DALAM BILIK KAWALAN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pengarah mesti lebih perihatin bukan saja dari segi      visual(shot shot) tetapi juga dengan urutan-urutan(sequence) pelbagai      shot-shot. Ia termasuk penggambaran dalam siaran langsung atau yang terus      dirakam dalam pita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bilik kawalan direka khusus untuk penerbitan kamera      berbilang(MCP) dan memerlukan kerjasama diantara kemudahan rakaman dan      juga manusia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pengarahan kamera berbilang(MCP) biasanya dikenali      sebagai 'control room directing'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ia memerlukan melakukan latihan sebanyak mungkin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Latihan memberi peluang kepada pengarah dan krew      produksi berlatih apa yang akan dibuat masa penerbitan secara langsung dan      menjadi lebih bersedia dengan apa jua kemungkinan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Untuk menentukan penggunaan masa yang optimum semasa      latihan, perkara berikut boleh dicontohi;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pembacaan skrip&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Latihan tanpa alatan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Latihan sekali lalu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Latihan dengan menggunakan kamera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Latihan keseluruhan dengan kamera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-2505584033689889693?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2505584033689889693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2505584033689889693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcp-multiple-camera-production.html' title='MCP (Multiple Camera Production)'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-756386677344763954</id><published>2009-03-13T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:02:10.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCP (Multiple Camera Production)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Untuk 'opening of the program'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;30 seconds to on air..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Studio, silent please...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Graphic ready...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;VT ready...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Switcher ready,,,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Lighting ready...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;FM ready...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Cam One ready..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Cam Two ready...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Cam three ready..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Audio ready...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;15 seconds to on air...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;VTR ready for recording...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Roll VT...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready VT for montage; sound on tape...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;10 seconds from now...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, roll VT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;We'll come to studio in 15 seconds with Cam 2,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready Cam Two, give me establish shot....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;10 seconds to studio..9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Take Cam Two, open mics, cue talent..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready cam One, CU on Laura...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready Graphic..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Take One......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Superimpose graphic..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Graphic out..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready cam Three, MS on Mary...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready graphic...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Take Three...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Super graphic...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Graphic out...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready Cam One...., MS on Lisa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;We'll have a break in 30 seconds for advertisement...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;15 second, cue Lisa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready to roll VT for advertisement..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;10 seconds from now...9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Roll VT, Take VT...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;We'll come to studio in 15 seconds on Cam two...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready Cam Two...give me establish shot...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;10 seconds to studio, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;Take Two; open mics; cue Lisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Untuk 'closing of the program'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Thirty seconds. Give her/ him a wrap-up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Fifteen seconds. C.G ready for closing credits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Cam two zoom out a little (which is on a wide shot of      the interview area).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready cam two, ready C.G to roll. Cut Lisa. Take cam      two. Cut mics. Cue announcer. Cam two keep zooming out. Hold it. Roll      credits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready to key C.G (over cam two), key C.G. Key out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Ready black - 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fade to      black. Hold.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Stop vtr. O.K, all clear. Good job everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-756386677344763954?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/756386677344763954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/756386677344763954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcp-multiple-camera-production_12.html' title='MCP (Multiple Camera Production)'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-2076683087541206510</id><published>2009-03-12T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:22:09.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Day, Bad Mood</title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day actually...hmmmm....i have alot of things to do..assignment as well...What the F***..every day i woke up the same shit again and again looping back on me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-2076683087541206510?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2076683087541206510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2076683087541206510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/gloomy-day-bad-mood.html' title='Gloomy Day, Bad Mood'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3936296972184882499</id><published>2009-03-07T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:30:23.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was sitting in front of my PC doing nothing..Click...click...click... nothing happen...I really wishing to going backto meet my wife and my daughter. But as presumed i never make it...Financial problem... Money was always the prolem issue dor me... I'm a guy who was always useless. I missed my beautiful day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3936296972184882499?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3936296972184882499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3936296972184882499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring.html' title='Boring!....'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3667456804533987133</id><published>2009-03-07T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:15:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boring Gloomy Day ever!!</title><content type='html'>Life are sucks...everyday i woke up the same chapter in my day happen. i keep asking myself what gonna happen on the next day...i couldn't.. The different stories looping day to day that always make me crazy waiting for the new week. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story about love, lost, hate and happy always hang around in my mind..&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;What a sucks imaginative...Do i looks like Einstein? the genius man was ever born to a fugitive world? or do i looks like leonardo da vinci ? the hopeless ever man on this world try to create the ever best montage of life?...NOPE!!! that's not you buddy...But who ami i actually?... i try to reveal who am i and what is my motive on my life?...&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SbH-EejWHDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UsDaQukZMRA/s1600-h/DSC02692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SbH-EejWHDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UsDaQukZMRA/s200/DSC02692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310304788520770610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to create a simple life just like other people have.. I can't ..but why?..day by day...month by month ...there's nothing that change on my life..&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Some are avoiding the D-word all together, &lt;/strong&gt;using euphemisms like banana. The Great Banana? like "K" hoping that a whole bunch of banana for a dinner with his wife!!! so typical of malaysians who don't even like to talk about deathDeath?...hmmm...that's sound funny for certain people...but for me that's real unless that you have a super power to extanding your life to 120 years(Atleast).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awsome thing!   After hours of spending my time in agony surfing the internet, then I manage to realize there's one new browser...metacafe ... Not that fresh looking,But its different. More attractive...  I assure, Facebooker and Blogger like this one much... Since it was well equip with these and those tabs.. i always loading some video clips and listen to the sentimental value songs...are this we call relaxing our mind?....think about it...maybe some other day i'm hoping that the best day will be come to me...After all i don't really had someone to listen to me... To talk to me... Lonely, thats how it has been... My fate, my destiny...  Sight..... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Kn8 words)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3667456804533987133?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3667456804533987133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3667456804533987133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-boring-gloomy-day-ever.html' title='My Boring Gloomy Day ever!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SbH-EejWHDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UsDaQukZMRA/s72-c/DSC02692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8893529547298412232</id><published>2009-03-04T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:32:11.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother and her sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa12cwGmW4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AhRuSwOifGs/s1600-h/DSC02634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa12cwGmW4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AhRuSwOifGs/s200/DSC02634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309029772060679042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy name Sokdu...Born in japan, looks like Indian and speak in Ga nu....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RASYIDI TALIB&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;looks like try to hide behind his little sister...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Childish&lt;/span&gt;...That is sokdu... This guy also quite emo sometimes than lock himself at his room....Thing about it man...Be a man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that this guy don't mad at me after read this post....just for fun K&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/5819732981943165927-8893529547298412232?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8893529547298412232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8893529547298412232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/brother-and-her-sister.html' title='Brother and her sister'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa12cwGmW4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/AhRuSwOifGs/s72-c/DSC02634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-4582469952777153504</id><published>2009-03-04T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:01:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godfather's Group</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa1xAPnLYAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nUDJ_2CSjWk/s1600-h/DSC02803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa1xAPnLYAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nUDJ_2CSjWk/s200/DSC02803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309023784744476674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what....One Down!!! Right side is Jr aka Bruno ( Mafia John Bruno's Son) shot by a couple of&lt;br /&gt;Yewish with AK47....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa1xp7pMj1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/E2smFmHX20Y/s1600-h/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa1xp7pMj1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/E2smFmHX20Y/s200/DSC02714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309024500938739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Haresh aka Joge Monu (Mafia Kamal Hassan from Bombay area) was shot by Rajinikanth yesterday...RIP...amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-4582469952777153504?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4582469952777153504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4582469952777153504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/godfatrhers-group.html' title='Godfather&apos;s Group'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sa1xAPnLYAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nUDJ_2CSjWk/s72-c/DSC02803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-4540112112778110531</id><published>2009-03-04T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:33:51.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Love ( Final Project Short Film) ....Maybe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="spacing"&gt; From the very Beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;p&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart every time it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phone calls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have read this story...kindly comment on it...Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-4540112112778110531?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4540112112778110531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/4540112112778110531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/silent-love-final-project-short-film.html' title='A Silent Love ( Final Project Short Film) ....Maybe!!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-200930536823782023</id><published>2009-03-03T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:54:38.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usein Bolt or Hussein Bold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Say3a4-1sII/AAAAAAAAAGU/NiJc-PyF0xM/s1600-h/DSC02783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Say3a4-1sII/AAAAAAAAAGU/NiJc-PyF0xM/s200/DSC02783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308819733363404930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my friend called me Usein...but am i the real usein ( Fastest Man in the world)? Na.... maybe yeah...this photo i tagged for you guys!!!!hahaha....this is jr idea...Bold mean BOLT!!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-200930536823782023?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/200930536823782023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/200930536823782023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/usein-bolt-or-hussein-bold.html' title='Usein Bolt or Hussein Bold?'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Say3a4-1sII/AAAAAAAAAGU/NiJc-PyF0xM/s72-c/DSC02783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8344342611487464346</id><published>2009-03-02T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:57:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss my Family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar0mho7kVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wd2cQb8g4-c/s1600-h/Mayrie%27z000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar0mho7kVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wd2cQb8g4-c/s200/Mayrie%27z000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308324053511803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daughter, Imelda...i miss her so much...just what i can do is hold her picture before i go to bed....never mind darling...daddy will be back soon after daddy finish my work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar0nJzKn4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/73lZWWH_HdU/s1600-h/Imel+bdiri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar0nJzKn4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/73lZWWH_HdU/s200/Imel+bdiri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308324064292151170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is 13 months old now..she know how to stand up by her own now...every morning she try to disturb me while i still on my bed...daddy miss that moment darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar2HQaIhLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XkuHaMdeBsQ/s1600-h/Mayrie%27z006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar2HQaIhLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XkuHaMdeBsQ/s200/Mayrie%27z006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308325715333645490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my beloved wife...i love her so much...for the time being i'm quite far from her and my daughter...Honey...I'll be back soon darling...i love you so much honey...&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/5819732981943165927-8344342611487464346?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8344342611487464346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8344342611487464346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-my-family.html' title='Miss my Family....'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Sar0mho7kVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wd2cQb8g4-c/s72-c/Mayrie%27z000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3161126856934109036</id><published>2009-03-01T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T03:33:13.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears roll down my cheeks like morning dew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this peak hours, i miss my daughter very much...speechless but what can i do, she quite far from me...For the time being, just what i can do is seat in front of my balcony with my laptop doing my work....what a boring day...Money? That's also my problem rite now..i have to budget my expenses during this couple of day..i left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MYR&lt;/span&gt; 30 in my pocket for 4 days...since i was 12 i can't control myself to spend money..but atleast i'll try... life is suck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story about me and my wife...hahaha...we are far rite now...i really miss my wife..everyday, every moment in my day are empty without her.. i'll try to keep busy but i can't....For my wife...i wrote poem for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinking of you today what great joy you bring,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; You're so beautiful like a fresh Tulip in spring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oh What warmth you bring my heart,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Miss you so much when we are apart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; I think of you every night and day,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Would like to be with you now if there was a way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oh how my heart aches when I cannot see you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Tears roll down my cheeks like morning dew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Winter has passed and spring has arrived,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Two months of your LOVE have I been deprived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Missing your presence in every way,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; I LOVE YOU so much what more can I say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Though these days our eyes do not meet,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Thinking of you still makes my heart beat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Far you may be like a lost fallen feather,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; But close are our heats will always be together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3161126856934109036?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3161126856934109036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3161126856934109036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/02/tears-roll-down-my-cheeks-like-morning.html' title='Tears roll down my cheeks like morning dew.'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-7029000646937278603</id><published>2009-03-01T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:07:21.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Fat And Teethy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Samm52_0z4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KDUaMXwrdH4/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Samm52_0z4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KDUaMXwrdH4/s200/DSC00497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307957148778811266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the members left after 4 semester in Cinematography class of 2007-2010&lt;br /&gt;(Me, Jack and Jr)&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/5819732981943165927-7029000646937278603?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7029000646937278603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7029000646937278603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/02/couple-fat-and-teethy.html' title='A Couple Fat And Teethy'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Samm52_0z4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KDUaMXwrdH4/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-6597696721815073285</id><published>2009-02-03T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:59:33.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SYdNoFrz0sI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5hD274fcvA/s1600-h/PHFJS028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298288837740712642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 110px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SYdNoFrz0sI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5hD274fcvA/s200/PHFJS028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For once i have really ponder about my life and really wanna thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; deeply. Though i used to really look down on myself as i am not really capable in studies ever since primary school and I'm good in nothing compared to others which study very well.. Landed myself in UNIMAS which is a real wake up call to myself. But for the last past years , i really felt a change in my life. I may not be gifted in studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really had a huge change in my life. Will work towards the direction &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOD &lt;/span&gt;had told me too.. I believed that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will use me to speck to his people. Really thank &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for everything that had happen to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-6597696721815073285?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6597696721815073285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6597696721815073285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-good.html' title='GOD is good'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/SYdNoFrz0sI/AAAAAAAAADo/a5hD274fcvA/s72-c/PHFJS028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-1840293302695362660</id><published>2009-01-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:19:31.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT the!!!!????</title><content type='html'>its been a long time..due to laziness and business i did not update my blog so frequent like how i did when i was still in college....i'm not normal....my student life in my campus is SUCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then...my meal time is not normal..which means..i have to take my lunch or dinner before common or normal ppl meal time..e.g. my lunch mostly around 11am..while dinner is 5pm...and beside these times i m not  to rest or take a break in the tasik cafe for "relaxing" purpose...and we do not have any rest center that prepare foods or drinks for u to eat or drink..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-1840293302695362660?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1840293302695362660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1840293302695362660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='WHAT the!!!!????'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-2634772246824471329</id><published>2009-01-16T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:03:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; 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Who...me?...now on the 4th semester ...what a miracles for me...i can stay longer than before...Thanks to GOD!!! Alleluia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-2634772246824471329?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2634772246824471329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2634772246824471329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-1271514993024475853</id><published>2008-02-05T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:46:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola...came back</title><content type='html'>ola...my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time that not to update my blog....since last year...&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm... about me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wife delivered last month 11 january.....guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl...huargggg...i's so happy mate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-1271514993024475853?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1271514993024475853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1271514993024475853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2008/02/olacame-back.html' title='Ola...came back'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-6619534778318403278</id><published>2007-12-28T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:10:18.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mate!!!!! Ola Guer Post tuer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R3S9CSa30eI/AAAAAAAAABk/EV8fyIJAlYk/s1600-h/matthew"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148948120993255906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R3S9CSa30eI/AAAAAAAAABk/EV8fyIJAlYk/s200/matthew%27s+friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my foreign mate....my real mate is matthew.He's working as  a zoo keeper(Matang Wildlife Centre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-6619534778318403278?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6619534778318403278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/6619534778318403278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/12/mate-ola-guer-post-tuer.html' title='Mate!!!!! Ola Guer Post tuer'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R3S9CSa30eI/AAAAAAAAABk/EV8fyIJAlYk/s72-c/matthew%27s+friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8702077823235105529</id><published>2007-12-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:07:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend ?</title><content type='html'>Today i checked my friendster...kuang3....my very old classmate...Nancy...but i totally forgot her face..she asked me about my family...huarghhhhh......guess what?&lt;br /&gt;she asked  me about my wife,....hehehe...she's late man...last day i meet her on the year 1994...it's almost 13 years..but she still recognize me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-8702077823235105529?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8702077823235105529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8702077823235105529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-friend.html' title='Old Friend ?'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-5342294825146487073</id><published>2007-12-27T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:50:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R3ME4ia30dI/AAAAAAAAABc/DP00suHjNbg/s1600-h/Angel+Dairies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148464168373309906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R3ME4ia30dI/AAAAAAAAABc/DP00suHjNbg/s200/Angel+Dairies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry christmas to all my friend......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-5342294825146487073?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/5342294825146487073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/5342294825146487073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R3ME4ia30dI/AAAAAAAAABc/DP00suHjNbg/s72-c/Angel+Dairies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3052051219036176643</id><published>2007-11-28T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:10:55.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olla....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R00GRmgMrRI/AAAAAAAAABU/FDueYxpI0TY/s1600-h/elmo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137769649362742546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R00GRmgMrRI/AAAAAAAAABU/FDueYxpI0TY/s200/elmo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo my dear friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now is semester break for my University..(UNIMAS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what&gt;i'm taking my driving license this semester break.Doing back my regration for my stupid ass things last 4 years.I'm at bau now...one of the smallest capital town in sarawak..People said that this town is "GOLD TOWN"...naaaaaa...not really...only the goldsmith shop can be found in this town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month i'm waiting for my precious things to come...my elders baby.....hehehee.........only month to come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3052051219036176643?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3052051219036176643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3052051219036176643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/olla.html' title='Olla....'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R00GRmgMrRI/AAAAAAAAABU/FDueYxpI0TY/s72-c/elmo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8570142224147724818</id><published>2007-11-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:10:51.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R0Bj4WgMrQI/AAAAAAAAABM/JvJOVJgWLtw/s1600-h/toks+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134213394966818050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R0Bj4WgMrQI/AAAAAAAAABM/JvJOVJgWLtw/s200/toks+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This my family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-8570142224147724818?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8570142224147724818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8570142224147724818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R0Bj4WgMrQI/AAAAAAAAABM/JvJOVJgWLtw/s72-c/toks+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-2710711803650159285</id><published>2007-11-19T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:08:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R0BjfGgMrPI/AAAAAAAAABE/aqRclohX9cU/s1600-h/17072007027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134212961175121138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R0BjfGgMrPI/AAAAAAAAABE/aqRclohX9cU/s200/17072007027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sort of hoping,That you would come along,Like the answer to a prayer,And the music to a song.Like the kind of thing that happens,At a special place and time,That will change our lives forever,Like a fantasy of mine.The fantasy was there before,I ever knew your name,And now that I have found you,We will never be the same.So, pardon, if I look at you,Forgive me if I stare,At the fantasy I knew before,I saw you standing there.For I was always hoping,That you would come along,Like the answer to a prayer,And the music to a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-2710711803650159285?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2710711803650159285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/2710711803650159285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-sort-of-hopingthat-you-would-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/R0BjfGgMrPI/AAAAAAAAABE/aqRclohX9cU/s72-c/17072007027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3828828949254086669</id><published>2007-11-15T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:20:53.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the World?</title><content type='html'>by Britt Gillette Since the beginning of human history, speculation about the end of the world has fascinated mankind. Myths and stories about the end of the earth exist in almost every religion and culture ever known. And yet, somehow, men seem unsatisfied with the answers they receive. They turn to Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, or ancient Hindu writings hoping to uncover some modicum of truth that will satisfy their innate desire to know something about the future and the ultimate fate of the world.Never has mankind’s fascination with the end been more prevalent than it is today. Fears of global warming saturate the news media. Worry over a nuclear holocaust persists into its sixth decade. And storylines of asteroids, comets, aliens, or bio-engineered super-diseases wiping out all planetary life continue to dominate the themes of many Hollywood blockbusters. Throughout the world, people are plagued with the same recurring questions. Will the human race become extinct? Will nuclear war or global warming destroy the biosphere? Will the world as we know it continue to exist?The answer to these questions and many others concerning the end of the world are not found in the writings of Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, or any other self-professed psychic. They can’t be found in Islamic, Hindu, or Buddhist writings. However, they can be found in the Bible. The bible, which has a track record of 100% accuracy when it comes to future events, has much to say about the ultimate fate of the earth, the people who live here, and creation itself. For those who wish to know the answers to these age old questions, the bible is your definitive source.What the Bible SaysAccording to the bible, the earth is eternal. So despite what some people say, we shouldn’t worry about the earth itself being destroyed. However, throughout the ages, the nature of the earth has changed, and it will change again in the near future.The Book of Genesis teaches that God created the earth and everything in it to be perfect. However, the nature of the earth changed when Adam and Eve partook of the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. This act prompted God to place a curse on the earth, and it radically transformed the nature of the earth itself. Several centuries later, the human race had become so corrupt that God decided to destroy it with a flood. However, God spared Noah and his family, allowing them to repopulate the earth of the present day.Throughout these changes, the earth as a creation has remained intact. But its nature has been radically altered twice. The bible teaches that it will soon be altered third time, and this time, the result will be far different from the previous ages.The New WorldVerses throughout the bible point to the creation of a new earth. This shouldn’t be viewed as an entirely new physical creation by God. Rather it should be viewed as a highly transformative process whereby the current earth is reshaped by the hand of God to create a different world. The prophet Isaiah described this process over two thousand years ago:“Look! I am creating new heavens and a new earth – so wonderful that no one will even think about the old ones anymore. Be glad; rejoice forever in my creation! And look! I will create Jerusalem as a place of happiness. Her people will be a source of joy. I will rejoice in Jerusalem and delight in my people. And the sound of weeping and crying will be heard no more.” Isaiah 65:17-19 (NLT)The nature of the present earth will change dramatically. It will be transformed from a place of sadness and weeping to a place of intense happiness, where “the sound of weeping and crying will be heard no more.” The creation of this new earth is also mentioned by Peter who encourages us to live our lives in accordance with God’s will. He encourages us to do so, because he knows this present age will soon pass:“And God has also commanded that the heavens and the earth will be consumed by fire on the day of judgment, when ungodly people will perish.” 2 Peter 3:7 (NLT)“But the day of the Lord will come as unexpectedly as a thief. Then the heavens will pass away with a terrible noise, and everything in them will disappear in fire, and the earth and everything on it will be exposed to judgment.” 2 Peter 3:10 (NLT)“Since everything around us is going to melt away, what holy, godly lives you should be living! You should look forward to that day and hurry it along – the day when God will set the heavens on fire and the elements will melt away in the flames. But we are looking forward to the new heavens and the new earth he has promised, a world where everyone is right with God.” 2 Peter 3:11-13 (NLT)From these passages, it is clear that God will one day use fire to create a new earth from the present world. It will be dramatically different from the one in which we live. But how different? What will the new earth look like? The bible provides us with a vivid illustration.What Will the Future Earth Look Like?The Book of Isaiah contains a wealth of information on the nature, quality, and characteristics of the new earth. One of the first references is found in Chapter 11:“In that day, the wolf and the lamb will live together; the leopard and the goat will be at peace. Calves and yearlings will be safe among lions, and a little child will lead them all. The cattle will graze among bears. Cubs and calves will lie down together. And lions will eat grass as the livestock do. Babies will crawl safely among poisonous snakes. Yes, a little child will put its hand in a nest of deadly snakes and pull it out unharmed. Nothing will hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain. And as the waters fill the sea, so the earth will be filled with people who know the Lord.” Isaiah 11:6-9 (NLT)God will finally lift the curse He placed on the earth following the fall of man in the Garden of Eden. This curse created a conflict between the animal kingdom and mankind with many humans killing animals and many animals killing humans. But on the new earth, “nothing will hurt or destroy.” And the number of people who know the Lord will be as endless as the waters in the sea.Isaiah continues his description in Chapter 65:“No longer will babies die when only a few days old. No longer will adults die before they have lived a full life. No longer will people be considered old at one hundred! Only sinners will die that young! In those days, people will live in the houses they build and eat the fruit of their own vineyards. It will not be like the past, when invaders took the houses and confiscated the vineyards. For my people will live as long as trees and will have time to enjoy their hard-won gains. They will not work in vain, and their children will not be doomed to misfortune. For they are people blessed by the Lord, and their children, too, will be blessed. I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking to me about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers! The wolf and lamb will feed together. The lion will eat straw like the ox. Poisonous snakes will strike no more. In those days, no one will be hurt or destroyed on my holy mountain. I, the Lord, have spoken!” Isaiah 65:20-25 (NLT)Babies will not die, and the lifespan of the human race will be extended well beyond current expectations. Life expectancy will be so great that the death of a one hundred year old person will be a notable tragedy. People will enjoy the fruits of their labor without fear that someone will come and steal what they have. The people of the new earth will be so close to God that He will answer their prayers before they have even prayed them! Animals who are natural enemies in our age will become friends on the new earth, and all the animals of the earth will be herbivores.In addition, waters will burst forth and give life to that which was previously uninhabitable:“And when he comes, he will open the eyes of the blind and unstop the ears of the deaf. The lame will leap like a deer, and those who cannot speak will shout and sing! Springs will gush forth in the wilderness, and streams will water the desert. The parched ground will become a pool, and springs of water will satisfy the thirsty land. Marsh grass and reeds and rushes will flourish where desert jackals once lived.” Isaiah 35:5-7 (NLT)The first part of this passage was partially fulfilled in the miracles of Jesus Christ. Through the life of Christ, the human race received a glimpse of the new earth that is to come. It will be a place where the miracles performed by Christ two thousand years ago will be in perpetual abundance. The blind will see. The deaf will hear. The lame will leap like deer, and the mute will shout and sing.Meanwhile, the land will be blessed with life-giving water:“On that day life-giving waters will flow out from Jerusalem, half toward the Dead Sea and half toward the Mediterranean, flowing continuously both in summer and winter. And the Lord will be king over all the earth. On that day there will be one Lord – his name alone will be worshiped.” Zechariah 14:8-9 (NLT)The Dead Sea will spring to life, and the name of the Lord alone will be worshiped throughout the world. All idols, false religions, and false prophets will disappear. The new earth will be filled with people who know the Lord and are devoted to Him only.More importantly, the Lord Himself will be king over all of the earth. He will dwell among His people, providing them with everything they need:“In the last days, the Temple of the Lord in Jerusalem will become the most important place on earth. People from all over the world will go there to worship. Many nations will come and say, ‘Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the Temple of the God of Israel. There he will teach us his ways, so that we may obey him.’ For in those days the Lord’s teaching and his word will go out from Jerusalem. The Lord will settle international disputes. All the nations will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. All wars will stop, and military training will come to an end. Everyone will live quietly in their own homes in peace and prosperity, for there will be nothing to fear. The Lord Almighty has promised this!” Micah 4:1-4 (NLT)On the new earth, Jerusalem will be the center of the world. It will be the dwelling place of the Lord, and people from every nation will travel to Jerusalem to worship and to have their disputes settled. War will no longer exist. Because of this, armies and weapons will no longer exist. The Lord will settle all disputes, and the people will devote the energy they previously expended on war to prosperous living and worship of the Lord. Peace and prosperity will be abundant, and there will be nothing to fear.Knowing what we now know about the new earth, who would not want to live there? Unfortunately, the bible also tells us that many will turn down their invitation to this blessed new world. The only way to get there will be to place one’s trust in the Lord Jesus Christ, who will be the undisputed ruler of the new earth.When Will This Future World Arrive?Because the new earth is the creation of Jesus Christ, it will not arrive until after His Glorious Appearing. In the interim, many politicians, idealists, and others will conjure their own ideas of how to create such a world. But placing faith in any of these people or their schemes will only lead to disappointment.For the bible is clear that the new earth will only arrive when God comes to physically dwell among His people:“I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, ‘Look, the home of God is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will remove all of their sorrows, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. For the old world and its evils are gone forever.’” Revelation 21:3-4 (NLT)When God dwells among men, the earth will no longer harbor death or sorrow or crying or pain. It will be a new world. The old world will have come to an end - its evils gone forever.The End of the World is Not to be FearedKnowing the promises of the Lord, none of us should live in fear of the end of the world. The present fears of this world are fleeting in nature, and the Lord is in perfect control. He has made clear the end from the beginning, and it is clear that the final end of this world is not a time to mourn, but rather a time to celebrate. Jesus Himself reiterated this concept:“The courage of many people will falter because of the fearful fate they see coming upon the earth, because the stability of the very heavens will be broken up. Then everyone will see the Son of Man arrive on the clouds with power and great glory. So when all these things begin to happen, stand straight and look up, for your salvation is near!” Luke 21:26-28 (NLT)The arrival of Jesus Christ at the Glorious Appearing should not be a time of anguish, but a time to rejoice. Although we are familiar with the things of this world, we can not fathom the glory of that which God has in store for us. It will far surpass the things of this world, so we should patiently and eagerly await the Lord’s return. For Christ’s return will bring with it our salvation and the blessings of the new earth.ConclusionThose who worry about the end of the world or live in fear of a great worldwide catastrophe are not living their lives in accordance with God. For God tells us to live boldly and without fear of the things of this world:“For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” 2 Timothy 1:7 (NLT)Don’t worry about global warming or a nuclear holocaust. Don’t live in fear of a worldwide pandemic or asteroids or comets or aliens or massive volcanoes. The Lord is in control of everything, and He has already revealed what will happen to this present age. He will usher in the end of the world and transform the earth into his own dwelling place. Therefore, if we are to have fear of anything, it should be the Lord Himself. The prophet Isaiah agrees:“Do not fear anything except the Lord Almighty. He alone is the Holy One. If you fear him, you need fear nothing else.” Isaiah 8:13 (NLT)Jesus reminds His disciples of this command while teaching them not to fear persecution:“Don’t be afraid of those who want to kill you. They can only kill your body; they cannot touch your soul. Fear only God, who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” Matthew 10:28 (NLT)In short, don’t fear the end of this world. Celebrate it. Christ is coming. And when He arrives, He will eliminate all the evils of this world, including our fear and worry.Britt Gillette is founder of BrittGillette.Com, a website examining the relationship between bible prophecy and emerging trends in technology. For more information or to sign up for his email alerts, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.brittgillette.com/"&gt;http://www.brittgillette.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3828828949254086669?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3828828949254086669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3828828949254086669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/end-of-world.html' title='The End of the World?'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-3858971654409323647</id><published>2007-11-15T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:45:49.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me And My Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt5OV7Rd3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KN6JeYN3O9U/s1600-h/me+n+honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132829487629694834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt5OV7Rd3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KN6JeYN3O9U/s200/me+n+honey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is my wife. Now she's pregnant for 8 months.another 1 more months to come.I's so happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-3858971654409323647?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3858971654409323647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/3858971654409323647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-my-wife.html' title='Me And My Wife'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt5OV7Rd3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/KN6JeYN3O9U/s72-c/me+n+honey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-1404175161103521160</id><published>2007-11-15T06:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:48:58.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt7DV7Rd6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xGpYoYL19cI/s1600-h/10-07-07_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132831497674389410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt7DV7Rd6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xGpYoYL19cI/s200/10-07-07_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, I haven't posted in a long time. I was actually reminded of this blog from a friend who stumbled upon it - and reading all those old Jeopardy posts inspired me to put something new up. I study at UNIMAS now, had a perfect shooting season (in more ways than one), got married, will had 1 kids on next january, Ok, really my past half year can be summed up in: family, friends and work. That's pretty much my life right now. And I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This is Video production studio 7 UNIMAS)&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/5819732981943165927-1404175161103521160?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1404175161103521160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1404175161103521160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt7DV7Rd6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/xGpYoYL19cI/s72-c/10-07-07_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-7431765758713849562</id><published>2007-11-15T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:46:39.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi....Hate!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt6xF7Rd5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xxhsP6PqkWQ/s1600-h/Picture0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132831184141776786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt6xF7Rd5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xxhsP6PqkWQ/s200/Picture0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lied... and I'm sorry. Please forgive me for I am weak and only human. You gave me your trust and I lost it. I realize it will take a great deal of time to gain it back but I am willing. I am willing to finally change and stop living for what the world regards as "beautiful." Numerous times have I promised to stop... knowing that I never would. I'm not going to promise anything this time because it will break my heart to see the disappointment in your eyes again if I do fall. I'm hurting... physically, emotionally, spiritually. My mind is not what it used to be. Please don't abandon me in this time of hardship. I need you now more than ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-7431765758713849562?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7431765758713849562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/7431765758713849562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/11/hihate.html' title='Hi....Hate!!!!!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rzt6xF7Rd5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xxhsP6PqkWQ/s72-c/Picture0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-1004279053268082954</id><published>2007-05-13T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:12:31.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Boring Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rkbyge2u9nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s33NcOeyuXc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064001470877070962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rkbyge2u9nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s33NcOeyuXc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo...Alleluia..this month is a craziest month in my life.Everything that i've done was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;In my working place: I try to do my best but everything was wrong!...I get frustrating of my work.Day by day getting worst because of my personal problem that i had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----- My Working Place : Singgahsana Lodge Kuching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest problem is my future.Every night before went to bed,"Future:Good or Bad" is always come to whisper me up.What a day.! I'm getting older.I need a good job or in other words "Permenent Work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second problem is "work or futher study?".I am 26 years old this year.Either working or study is the same.Money is the cotroller of any of my desicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-1004279053268082954?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1004279053268082954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/1004279053268082954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-boring-month.html' title='What a Boring Month!'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a3d9QwvmoRg/Rkbyge2u9nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s33NcOeyuXc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5819732981943165927.post-8718881351277254048</id><published>2007-05-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:38:07.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are There Angels?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said there are Angels&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;And they shine with the light&lt;br /&gt;Of an inner love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of these things&lt;br /&gt;I had not a clue&lt;br /&gt;But that was&lt;br /&gt;Before I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in you I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;A love that is so right&lt;br /&gt;It shines all around&lt;br /&gt;With the brightest of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from somewhere&lt;br /&gt;So deep within&lt;br /&gt;That it has no beginning&lt;br /&gt;And knows no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a light&lt;br /&gt;That brightens each day&lt;br /&gt;Of all of the people&lt;br /&gt;You see on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;All see the love&lt;br /&gt;That you have inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God sent you here&lt;br /&gt;To a place where you’d be&lt;br /&gt;Sharing such love&lt;br /&gt;With someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is proof for me&lt;br /&gt;That angels exist&lt;br /&gt;And are filled with a love&lt;br /&gt;That no man could resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God each day&lt;br /&gt;For finding the time&lt;br /&gt;For looking down on me&lt;br /&gt;And making you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes there are Angels&lt;br /&gt;In heaven above&lt;br /&gt;I know because God&lt;br /&gt;Sent me one to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5819732981943165927-8718881351277254048?l=leonardjs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8718881351277254048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5819732981943165927/posts/default/8718881351277254048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leonardjs.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-there-angels.html' title='Are There Angels?'/><author><name>Leonard Nandong Melepong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09809004986400173961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd0V_NzxJD8/TmiTlZENVcI/AAAAAAAAARY/1IjXjNvvTi8/s220/P6260729.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
