my new blog.

My new blog.i won't be using this one anymore
click here>>>http://tayern.blogspot.com/

at least something after a long time.

I know You love me. I know You died for me cause I know You care. I know You live again. Your life for all my sin. Now I stand here in in Your grace again. And when Ilook into the skys above wonder how my life have change. Wonder how your love it came to me. As I look to the stars above, all my fears are so far away and all i hear is heaven calling me. So Ilook to you. No one else will do.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? It's been told form the beginning, The Lord your God is on your side. O my soul don't be afraid. Hope in the Lord, By His righteousness and power he will strengthen and he will guide. And I will soar on wings like eagles. Held by the hand of God. I will run and not grow tired, When on His name I call. For the Lord is never weary and His ways are beyond my thoughts. So I will trust in Him with all my heart.

This is my prayer in the desert when all that's within me feels dry. This is my prayer in the hunger in me and My God is a God who provides. And this is my prayer in the fire. In weakness or trial or pain. But there is a faith proved of more worth than gold so refine me Lord through the flames. And I will bring praise. I will rejoice and I will declare that God is my victory and He is here. This is my prayer in the battle and triumph is still on it's way. I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ. So firm on His promis I'll stand. And all of my life, in every season you are still God. I have a reason to sing and worship. This is my prayer in the harvest, when favour and providence flow. I know I'm filled to be empited again. This seed I've recieved I will sow.

I LOVE YOU SO, AND I GIVE UP MY HEART TO SAY. I NEED YOU SO! CAUSE YOU'RE MY EVERYTHING!

Tag by jemmie!

Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog or a note on Facebook with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog/note, so I can see your weirdness.

1. I wish i could sing like Brooke Fraser.hahaha
2. I love all my friends.
3. I've been digging my nose this few days.
4. I wish i could speak a weird language that none of my friends understand.hahaha i just want to talk to my self.LOL!!!
5. I wish i could play all the music instrument in the world!
6. I can be very protactive.
7. I need to start talking without thinking.Thinking makes me introvert.
8. Nepolion dynamite rocks! he's inspirational!
9. I actually hardly do m divotions. Probably once a year! Forgive me.
10. I think my live is boring cause i donno wat to write. Thank God for giving me everything!=D
11. I'm so annoying.
12. Wat to say ah...?!?! "You dance so good you make me in a mood!" by Hanry Chow.
13. I want to study!
14. I will walk by faith even when i can not see. Because this broken road prepares your will for me!
15. I'm scared of the future.
16. I'm turning my eyes upon Jesus and let the things of the world go strangely dim.

Sorry yeah!i got no online friends to tag hahahahaha

Like Eagles

Oh! my soul, do you not know? Have you not heard?

Its been told from the beginning the Lord your God its on your side.

Oh! my soul, Don't be afraid. Have hope in the Lord.

And by his righteousness and power he will strengthen and he will guide.

And i will soar on wings like eagles and held in the hand of God.

I will run and not grow tired, when on his name i call.

For the Lord is never weary. His ways are beyond my thoughts.

And i will trust in him with all my heart.

So i will rest upon his promise and patiently i'll wait.

High Flight

High Flight



Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirthOf sun-split clouds - and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swungHigh in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring thereI've chased the shouting wind along, and flungMy eager craft through footless halls of air.Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,I've topped the windswept heights with easy graceWhere never lark, or even eagle flew -And, while with silent lifting mind I've trodThe high untresspassed sanctity of space,Put out my hand and touched the face of God

Pilot Officer Gillespie MageeNo 412 squadron, RCAFKilled 11 December 1941

Me got tag...=(..

I has been tag bye kimbali koh.
CAN NOT!!!why?why la?Kenapa?

1. Do you think you're hot?

i sumtime can come high one.So me sumtime hot lor...
aiyo...i oni hot hot wen sun cum out.nite time wher got hot.

2. Upload a favourite picture of yourself

I like a lot of pictures.And this is one of it.i like it because i took it my self.hmm...i set the timer of course.It was taken in Madrid,Spain.It was freazing cool!haha...and i took off my sweater.stupid me but it was fun.The building at the back is call Real Palace.Its really be beautifull!


4. When was the last time you ate pizza?

I don't know .can't remember.

5. The last song you listened to?

The time has come by united live band.Album United We Stand.
Today!today!i'll live for one thing!To give you praise in everything i do!=)

6. What are you doing right now besides this?

Singing!=D...

7. What name would you prefer besides yours?

I don't know why.But i like the name Chelsea!=D..i'm not a Chelsea fan ok!!

People to tag:
1.Jesus Christ
2.Evanna Lynch
3.Marcus Chew
4.DD
5.Mun Seng

8. Who is number one?

My friend,my brother,my father,my King,my Lord,my God.
He is the Savior King!He is Mighty to Save!!!

9. Number 3 is having a relationship with?

With Jesus Christ.

10. Say something about number 5

His awesome!His one of my best friend.He sometimes over rated la...hehehe

11. How about number 4?

DD is my dog.Dumb Dog!

12. Who is number 2?

My wife.LOL!!!hahaha..=p

Full Matel Jacket

WARNING! Kids under 18 must not read this.It containts strong languages.So you can just skip this post.
This is a scene from Full Matel Jacket which i find it super funnie.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor, from now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and the last word out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Do you maggots understand that?
[recruits answers: Sir. Yes Sir!]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!
[recruits repeats with a louder tone]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death praying for war. But until that day you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human, fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard you will not like me. But the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that?

(walks to a private)

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?
Private Snowball: Sir, Private Brown, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! From now on you're Private Snowball. Do you like that name?
Private Snowball: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well there's one thing that you won't like, Private Snowball they don't serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall.
Private Snowball: Sir, yes, sir!

Private Joker:(whispered) Is that you John Wayne? Is this me?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing! I will PT you all until you fucking die! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk!

[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman grabs Pvt. Cowboy by the shirt]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!
Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking worm! I bet it was you!
Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir!
Private Joker: Sir, I said it, Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you, you can come over to my house and fuck my sister!

[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman punches Pvt. Joker in the stomach]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you! Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
Private Joker: Sir, Yes sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?
Private Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: So you're a killer?
Private Joker: Sir, yes sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then let me see your war face!
Private Joker: [nervously] Sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You got a war face! AAAAAAAAHH! That's a war face, let me see your war face!
Private Joker: Ahhhh!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. You didn't convince me. let me see your REAL war face! Private Joker: [Screaming] AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You don't scare me! Work on it!
Private Joker: Sir, yes sir!


(walks to Private Cowboy)


Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your excuse?
Private Cowboy: Sir,what excuse,sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm asking the fucking questions here private. Do you understand? Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well thank you very much, can I be in charge for a while?
Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you nervous?
Private Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do I make you nervous?
Private Cowboy: Sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: "Sir" what? Were you about to call me an asshole?
Private Cowboy: Sir,no,sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high.Trying to squeeze an inch in on me,huh?
Private Cowboy:Sir,no,sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress.
Where in the hell are you from anyway?
Private Cowboy:Sir,Texas,sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy dog shit. Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?
Private Cowboy: Sir,no,sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.


(Walks to Private Gomer Pyle)

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Does your parents have any children that lived?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well how about they regret that? You are so ugly you can be a modern art master piece! What's your name fat-body?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence what of Arabia?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty are you royalty?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golfball through a garden hose. Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, No, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir. [tries to stop smiling]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Pyle drops down to his knees]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Now choke yourself.
Private Gomer Pyle: [Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts!

[Pyle reaches for Hartman's hand]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [choking Pyle] Are you through grinning?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you!
Private Gomer Pyle: [louder] Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I STILL can't hear you! Sound off like you've got a pair! Private Gomer Pyle: SIR, YES, SIR!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough; get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.