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Monday, October 31, 2005 @ 3:13 AM
Cinny Angwy [Long post - I split em in half so you can read them at different times.] I was so angry I could spit out blood. My mouth was frothing with so many foul words and malicious comments I could almost feel green bile dripping down the sides of my lips. My whole body was boiling with fury enough to burn down a small village. I felt like a demonness in The Ramayana, all set to bare my yellow fangs and sink them deep into m- I was angry. And it was taking all the strength in me to bite my own tongue, and pour a tsunami of cold water down my scorching brain of malice and hatred. Better a patient man than a warrior, a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city. Proverbs 16:32 Better a patient man than a warrior, better a patient man than... ARGH! A man of knowledge uses words with restraint, and a man of understanding is even-tempered. Proverbs 17:27 A man of knowledge uses words with restraint... *takes a deep breath* I told her we're gonna talk face to face tonight. Not like this. I seldom feel such intense anger (and I'm thankful for that). The whole hot lava coursing through the veins, the bursting urge to yell and react in spite; all these I read about more than I experience them. I see the loveliest people turn hard rock with anger, and I know everything is possible in this world. Keong gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as a ignoramus blatantly took the parking space we'd been waiting for; my sis yelling on the phone at an ex-boyfriend that had hurt her beyond words; my mom whipping us with a 'correction rod' for not doing well in school. Nothing good will come out of feeding the anger. At that split second, it'd feel so satisfying to spit out that sentence that you know will go straight to the heart and shatter; sometimes it'd feel even euphoric to lift up that hand and hit the one you love most. But that's just for a second. Or maybe longer, but it accomplishes nothing. Nothing remotely good, anyway. ____________________________________________________________ I went to church right after the conversation. What do you know, the title of today's sermon? 'How do you deal with the jerks in your life?' I know a lot of people in the congregation was surprised by the visiting pastor's use of words - jerk? how is that holy language? - but I was drawn to it. We're human, we all know what we call one another in our human hearts. Most probably worse things than 'jerk'. The message, as the cliche goes, felt like it was made for me. Everything, the examples, the bible passages, the emotions; the pastor was right on the money. He said the usual advice is? Forgiveness, and think of the classic question - WWJD? But then he said that's not the question to ask. It was more of what Jesus could do in us so that we could love and forgive others. We sure as heck can't do that by ourselves. Even if we know in our mind the answer to WWJD, we don't have a big enough heart, a wise enough mind, a clear enough understanding to do it. But asking Jesus to open up my heart and mind isn't the tough thing to do - it was the next part that I felt so challenging. We have to turn the other cheek. We have to give the person the clothes off our backs. We have to go the extra mile to help them. [Matthew 5:38-42] Almost everybody knows about the radical christian mantra - love your enemies. We say ok, we can do that - till we completely understand what Jesus means by that. It means carrying the Roman soldier's backpacks for more than a mile (check footnote for complete explantion =p), coz Jesus says 'go with him two miles'; it means giving your clothes to someone you think deserves little more than a dead rat; it means going up to the 'jerk' and ask to pray with him/her. Yes. The pastor did that with his previous jerk. They're still friends 8 years later. It feels demeaning, like we're lowering our inhibitions to make peace, open and vulnerable to rejection and humiliation. But that's the pride and ego talking. We all know it. I was reminded of how much more demeaning Jesus must've felt to have to stomach all those insults and snide remarks and public rejection. He could've just screamed SCREW Y'ALL! GO SAVE YOURSELVES! But instead He uttered the most heart-wrenching prayer I have ever known in my entire life. "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." And I don't even have the complete innocence and holiness of Christ. I'm just as much a jerk as the next person - why can't I forgive and pray for someone who's exactly like me, when Jesus has forgiven and is still praying for a people who had forsaken Him, abandoned Him, rejected Him over and over again? Coz I'm not strong enough for that. I need Jesus to widen the space in my heart, to remove the planks in my eyes, and to purge my soul of bitterness and negativity. **When the Roman soldiers were tired of carrying their own stuff during the journey, they'll order one of the Jews to carry it for them, and one mile was the requirement. The Jew could stop after that. Saturday, October 29, 2005 @ 11:41 PM
Crazed Cat Strikes Again... 
There was a suspicious trail of dried rose petals leading from the litterbox...
...*&#%^*&#@#*&%...
Horror of all horrors! I went in search for the culprit...
Who had the audacity to remain in the scene of the crime...
Look at his smug li'l behavior. Maybe I should leave the balcony door open for the night and freeze him into an icy-hard furball.Saturday, October 22, 2005 @ 10:40 AM
Money Honey She was walking along the pavement and this twenty dollar bill stared at her right in the face. From the ground. She stopped on her tracks. She did a 360 with her eyeballs. No poor old lady leaning feebly over her walking stick looking for something on the ground, no oversized frat boy looking irate and cussing while storming around the area. The coast was clear. She kneeled down and stuffed the bill into her pocket. "Hey what was I supposed to do right? There wasn't anybody around, go return it to whEre??" my sister gave me a hummus-filled grin. She bought middle eastern food with the money. Yum. I grunted a reply as I chewed on my hummus-dipped pita bread. "Oh and you know what I did when I got that money?" she blinked her eyes prettily. "Wgghharrt," I slurped. She then imitated the act to me. She picked up the imaginary dollar note from the floor, stared at it, and turned her face up to the ceiling and said, "Thank you God." Hahaahah~ It was so cute! You should've seen her! =P @ 6:12 AM
Nothing 'just' About Him cheese: leave all your worries up to god ya =) pepperoni: ya huh pepperoni: it's God dear cheese: *stunned* oh, uh huh cheese: in a hurry mar pepperoni: hehee jk cheese: wow, that shocked me =P pepperoni: hahaha I'm sure he wasn't being serious. (he was grinning on the webcam! =P) Not in a stern way anyway. =P Hee. That bit of conversation came to mind while I was reading something about Jesus. Max Lucado was explaining how sometimes we tend to give Jesus less credit that He deserves, and how we praise and talk about Him in a demeaning way - all without realizing it. Things like this:- Jesus was/is 1. a great man. 2. a noble person. 3. a holy being. 4. a wise teacher. 5. a God-inspired/godly/godlike man. 6. -i can't think of anymore right now- Lucado brought up the example in Luke 9:28-36, when Jesus was praying on top of a mountain while the other disciples slept. Moses and Elijah came to Jesus and were talking with him about his coming departure. When Peter and the other two disciples woke up, they saw Jesus in His glory and the two men. Peter immediately asked the two men to stay even as they were leaving, saying that they should put up three tents for the three of them. And God rumbled the clouds! He wasn't happy that Peter thought he could treat the three of them as equals. Jesus is God's son! Not one of His sons, not the best son, not just a son. Jesus is God's Son, "My Son, My Chosen One; listen to HIM!" (Luke 9:34-35) It doesn't mean that the others are not good, lawful, wise men. They did great things, but Jesus has no parallels in this world - He is the One and Only. Jesus's not just as inspiring as a preacher as Billy Graham - He made Billy Graham. He's not a substitute for your best psychiatrist - He is the source of comfort and counsel. And He's not just a god - He's God Himself. "Let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to." - C.S. Lewis Thursday, October 20, 2005 @ 6:50 AM
Malaysian Fairy Tales - where's mine? We've all heard stories like this before. The kacang putih seller that got so rich he has an international company, the wanton mee seller that drives a Mercedes E class, the fried kuay teow seller that got so popular he could afford to work only four hours a day, and still people grovel for his food coz it's @ 6:41 AM
You touch and see! "Nah," She threw the hot pack gently toward my direction. I caught it. Naturally. That's a Chinese 'nah', btw, not the American 'naaah'. =P I was playing with it, squeezing the strange liquid and resisting the urge to bend the steel coin inside, which activates the whole packet to solidify and become comfortably warm. I know; it's so cool innit. Anyway, I was staring at it for a bit, juz thinking... "Eh che, why hot wan!" I exclaimed in surprise. "How can, it's still liquidish." "You touch and see!" I widened my eyes. She reaches out, and realization dawned on her, but it was too late... Muahahahahahah. Gotcha. *gRin* It juz happened about 2 minutes ago and it really cracked me up, so I had to blog about it. I'll probably regret it about 2 hours later though. Wednesday, October 19, 2005 @ 12:39 AM
Grandmothers Su's grandma passed away a few nights ago. It's sad coz I know how much she adores her grandmother. But it's awesome to know that they'll meet again, for eternity. And Su got to spend quite some time with her in Singapore during the summer, so I thought that was rather merciful of God. And it made me think of my grandma. She's almost 80 now, and most of my growing up was done with her around. She took care of us with my mom since we were born, and she hasn't stopped since. For a traditional Chinese lady, she's very affectionate with us. Even now, whenever she sees us, she'll grab us by our face and plant a big kiss on our cheeks. Struggling to tip toe, of coz - she's shrunk in size since she hit 70. And sometimes she'll sit next to me while we were watching TV, and she'll take hold of my hands and slap them gently, laughing about how smooth my hands are, which subsequently led to the so-unfortunate-you-don't-have-to-sell-taufu-at-the-age-seven-like-your-grandma talk. And sometimes I'll catch her staring at me, until I narrowed my eyes at her and asked her jokingly what's going on, and she'll always tell me that I'm pretty, 'prettiest of the bunch'. I bet she does that to every other granddaughter though. =p I grew up with her war stories, her many anecdotes from years and years of selling taufu, 'tong sui', of adoption, arranged marriage, world war 2. I always listened intently, coz I promised her I would write and publish her story one day and let the whole world know all about it. I remember when I was much younger, I used to lay my head on her tummy, and tried to make her laugh so that her tummy would move. I feel silly even typing bout it, but that always made me (and my sister) laugh uncontrollably. And back in our childhood days, under my mom's Maoist extreme food-rationing campaigns (healthy, unprocessed foods only; and heaven forbid if you had ice cream two days in a row), it was my grandma who swooped in like an everyday heroine with her ample purse, taking us to the market to get all the jellies and chips and whatnot that our rotting teeth desired. We found out she has Parkinson a few years ago. It wasn't that big of a shock for most of us; she's been a little unpredictable, with bouts of depression. I was ready, on the front. I stayed for long hours with her in the hospital when things took a turn for the worse, I bought her famous white coffee and chee cheong fun whenever we eat out, I'd drive over to her house just to chat and watch TV with her. But I wasn't ready for the sobbing sessions about dying and leaving us behind. I can tell she's terrified of dying, as if she figured out all the gods and deities she's paid homage to in the past will not help. She's not at peace; she's afraid of the unknown - of what's gonna happen when she leaves this world. And as she grows older, she becomes more aware of the time she has left on this earth, and more obssessed with seeing all her grandchildren doing well, getting married and everything. She always asks my sister and I when we would go back to Malaysia, when would we be done with our studies, and whether we're happy and content. It's as if she's rushing against time, wanting to experience everything, trying to find peace and contentment in us. Then at other times, she'd lament about how she should just die, since her sisters are dying one by one, and even one of her sons had passed away (a few months ago). Tired of living, but still scared of dying. I hate myself for not doing more to bring her to Christ. I'd take a step forward and fall three steps behind. She wasn't oppose to me getting baptized, but she wasn't encouraging either. She knew she couldn't depend on me to carry on the 'traditions' of providing offerings to deities and lighting incenses and the right rituals anymore, the way she used to brag to others about what a filial and 'guai' child I was. Maybe I'd disappointed her. I want her to still love me, to still say I'm one of her favorites, to still talk and laugh with me. Coz I know at her mental stage, she might just end up breaking things off with me. What if she passes away when we're on bad terms? I can't bear it. But that's so selfish of me. So unbelievably, grossly selfish of me. When I weigh these things on a scale, my needs are so menial compared to hers. I WANT HER TO KNOW CHRIST, to accept Him more than anything else. Even me. Especially me. All I hope and pray for is more time and courage, Lord, for me to do more for my grandma, more than just making her happy with gifts and foods, but making her complete and at peace with You. Please fill her life, her heart with Your presence and Your grace and mercy even right now. I remember when I was attending a church in Singapore, the pastor was talking about the older generation and how to bring them to church, and ultimately to Christ. And he did a funny monologue thing, which is kinda like the comic below. It's always been on my mind, coz it's hit me more than I let on. It was kinda funny, but more poignant than anything. POPO & ME   
  
We used to watch a lot of TV together; Tamil movies, Chinese soap operas, TVB series, Tamil news (she has a thing for the language - she claims to understand it, if she cared to listen carefully =p).
She calls me soh moi (not soh mui) coz we're hakka, not typical canto. =P Heh jk.
IF YOU LOVE ME...
 
 
She does act like a kid sometimes. =) Especially when she stares at the webcam, all confused and slightly fascinated.
And it's mY comic strip, so I'll have bangs or fringes or what-have-you if I want to. =PMonday, October 17, 2005 @ 7:05 AM
World of Darkness I just added a couple more Potter comics. Hee. I think the arrangements will look a tad bit weird if you use Mozilla though. Can't please everyone, no? I've been holed up in my room, making avatars, mini clips, icons and whatnot. It's so fun! Although I'm really still an amateur at this; have you seen all those designs out there lately? These kids aren't even old enough to have their own IC yet, but their works are mind-boggling. Uber impressive. But it's ok; I plan to smoke them young aRses when I master these softwares I just installed! Muahahahah. At least, I hope I'll master 'em. Coz another thing that I noticed was how... gruesome and dark a lot of these supposedly-hip designs have become. Snippets of messages of hate and depression, glorification of self-mutilation and violence... I saw a fair amount of actual images of bleeding hands filled with cuts by razors, and it juz slays me (pun sorta intended). Kids today actually think that's cool? They actually find cartoons of axes slicing one's throat repeatedly funny? Why?! I guess we're all juz saturated with so much aggression and negativity nowadays. And Cinny no happy about that. Cinny want world to be all about bright colors, bubbly moods and cheerful laughter. No darkness. No bitterness. AND NO SELF-MUTILATION PICTURES PLS! Gosh, I seriously will throw up if I see another one. But I think it's not just the younger peeps. I just look at myself and I almost trip over my own self-righteousness. I like reading certain blogs coz they're funny - in a cynical, bitter way. The admiration I hold for someone who can write so satirically and so cynically doesn't always extend to someone who can write about only the good and lovely things in his/her life. A lot of bloggers and writers are popular coz they know how to complain and talk about everything in a cynical, bitter way. And for some reason, we prefer to read these witty, satirically written blogs to blogs that only write about the good things in life. We relate and applaud only to the bad stuff and those who immerse themselves in cynicism and malicious wit, because... We're attracted to darkness. Like this brutally honest excerpt from Donald Miller's book says: Ultimately, we do what we love to do. I like to think that I do things for the right reasons, but I don't, I do things because I do or don't love doing them. Because of sin... my body, my heart, and my affections are prone to love things that kill me. Tony (his friend) says Jesus gives us the ability to love the things we should love, the things of Heaven. Tony says that when people who follow Jesus love the right things, they help create God's kingdom on earth, and that is something beautiful. ***Oh btw, the blogs I mentioned earlier are not you guys'. Seriously! They're people who are famous in certain social circles for being really entertaining and witty. Not that your blogs aren't entertaining or witty, but - oh you know what I mean. Saturday, October 15, 2005 @ 12:12 AM
Emo-tional? A few people have told me that the green-eyed girl in my last post was a little too scary. Almost evil. Intense is the word people. XD Hehee, I juz really liked the color of her eyes with the pink. Anyways, if you thought that was emo... check this out. 
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Habakkuk 3:17-19
Psalm 23:1-4***Images found in deviantart.com. Thursday, October 13, 2005 @ 10:38 AM
Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Let those of us who are mature think this way, and if in anything you think otherwise, God will reveal that also to you. Only let us hold true to what we have attained. Philippians 3:12-16Tuesday, October 11, 2005 @ 10:51 AM
Ma Gurls I've always loved my high school gang of friends, I think they're the best gurls ever in the whole, wide world. We loved, we hated, we cared and we bitched, but ultimately we had one another's back when it came to things that really count. And we still do. I can't seem to find girlfriends like that anymore. But that's nothing new. What's new lately is that I realize that I'm not the only one who thought so. Even though we're scattered all over the place now, I still read and hear about how much the girls miss the old times, and how they remember so many details from our past together; it's pretty amazing. SO. I decided to jump onto the bandwagon and write about some pieces of my memories with the best gurls on earth. *bEam* _________________________________________________________ With a crazed look on her eyes, she hammered the tattered but still rock-hard roll of newspaper repeatedly at my arms. I screamed for her to stop but she kept going till she had to sit on the floor, clutching her stomach and laughing uncontrollably. I picked up the newspaper roll that'd slipped from Yee Mun's hand and waited for her to calm down. For a girl as pretty and mature-looking as her, she sure could laugh. Hehee. Was my turn now. I called out someone's nickname in the circle. She called another name. And another. And another... till someone forgot her own nickname. And it's baShing time~! ***This highly uncivilized game is really juz wacko. As in Wacko, the game. One of our favorite pasttimes when we were bored in class and teachers were nowhere in sight. ***Yee Mun is really what inspired me to write this post. Her nickname was berbulu. LOL~! _____________________________________________________________________ "Ok ok OK! SHUT UP! It's Stef's turn!" Yee Mun yelped on top of our noisy chatter, so excited that she almost bounced off the edge my bed. I threw a pillow at her face, and she really did fall off the bed. Muahahaha. "Ok Stef, you know how it goes la. Truth or da-" "Truth." she cut Yee Mun off. Everyone went silent for about a millisecond, eyeing each other meaningfully. Finally, Yean Yik spoke on behalf of everyone. "So do you really have a crush on ********?" Everyone dissolved in giggles. Stef narrowed her eyes at me. What! I shrugged in bewilderment, trying to avoid her accusing stare. "NOLAR! Eww... why would I like someone like him?" She attempted a look of disgust. I rolled my eyes at her. Why indeed. "OK OK! MY TURN NOW! And I choose CINDY!" Stef shouted, trying to avert everyone's hawk-like eyes toward me. Shyte. _____________________________________________________________________ Physics lab. Teacher was not there. Whole gang (even the ones from the next class)had congregated at one of the lab desks. I walked over to the bored-looking group of girls. "Let's play suck and blow!" "Ok. so sien anyway." Everyone muttered lazily in agreement. Yuk Shan whipped up a calendar card from her wallet whilst we formed some sort of a circle and got started. Our classmates were beginning to stare at us a little funny, but hey. There's power in numbers. =P So we were passing the card around with our lips, and it was Stef's turn to pass it to me. I leaned in to suck it out of her lips (sounds grosser than it really is)... just as she dropped it. Our lips met for the briefest of seconds... Till I ran to the nearest lab sink to wash my mouth. I thought I caught an offended expression on her face, and I felt kinda bad for my huge reaction... but... what can I say. You're just not my type gurl. LOL! Just kidding. OF coz you're my type. *wiGgles eYebrowS suGgestiVely* ;) At least we broke the stretch of boredom. _____________________________________________________________________ I squirmed deeper into the leather couch and pretended to clean my nails. Look at anywhere but the TV screen, anywhere but the TV screen, I willed myself desperately. Whoever's idea it was to switch off all the lights is so dead, I thought murderously. "OMIGAWD!!" Someone yelled right into my ear, gripping my forearm till it went numb. My eyes reverted back to the screen, just in time to see the terribly deformed girl throwing up at the pastor beside her bed. Nice. Yuk Shan started yawning almost immediately and said she was going to bed. Jasmine followed suit soon after. I'd run around naked in school before I'd admit in front of everyone that I was scared shyteless, I gritted my teeth. A chilly night breeze found its way through the window behind us; the curtains grazed my cheek lightly. My heart leapt to my constricted throat painfully. Nope. Not. Going. In. After the Exorcist, I finally let out the breath I felt I was holding for the past two hours. Ok, now we can all just go to the bedroom and- "Let's watch the Dentist!" Yean Yik squealed, jumping up from her seat to change the VCD. ... Yuk Shan, you lucky, lucky girl. _______________________________________________________________ Joyce sprinkled about 2 inches of baby powder on the floor, put on the Britney Spears video she recorded, and started to narrate the dance moves so we could follow. The powder'll help us slide and turn better, she said. I stood in the middle of the mist of powder, fully aware that I could fracture my brain should I slip on the rock-hard marble floor. But Su had started to move, and I couldn't just stand there... We danced, we slipped, we fell, we got powder on every inch of our clothes, but it was jolly good fun. =) ***I wasn't sure how to end this excerpt... Oh it was for a dance performance btw. One that... never actually happened. _______________________________________________________________ There's so much more - walking to Parade after school, waterballoon parties, making candles for canteen day, fun AMCEL meetings, boring AMCEL meetings, more slumber parties - but I need to get some real work done, so maybe next time. *bEam* Monday, October 10, 2005 @ 10:41 PM
The Missing Ring I was talking to my sister and playing with my hands absentmindedly. Out of habit, I played with my rings, only to find my thumb ring missing. I was beside myself. Heck, I was 50 miles beside myself. I love that ring! And I was positive that I wore it out that day. Did I drop it when I was getting on the bus? When I was running? Oh God please please pleassseee don't let me lose that ring, that beautiful turquoise ring... You've saved my earring once; can You do it again?? I tried to be rational. My sister and I checked the whole length of the bus, and I checked my bag thoroughly, albeit a li'l frantically. Nothing. It was gone... It's just a ring, it's just a ring, my mind started to change gears. Could it be... I got outta me seat and felt around the chair. It was right there! I was sitting on it! I couldn't stop myself from grinning. Thank God! I told me sister. She lifted up a skeptical eyebrow. What, God picked it up from the streets and placed it on ur butt? I was still grinning like a pothead during Mardi Gras. You never know, che. 
@ 8:06 AM
Muddy Rivers Pastor talked about a muddy river. It's filled with twigs, branches, dead leaves, plastic bags, all the works. And the water's flowing so rapidly it looks blurry and flushed. That's how some of our lives look like, he said. Stuffed with twigs of duties, branches of responsibilities, leaves of past burdens and regrets, plastic bags of doubts and insecurities. And it's moving way too quickly to even think about cleaning it up. Then he takes a clear glass cup and dip it into the murky waters. And he set it on the table and gave it time to stop swirling. The leaves and dirt and everything in it settled to the bottom of the cup, and the water became so clear you could peer right through it. Serene. Calm. Soothing. 
Jesus can do that for you. If you'd only be still.
"Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth...
The Lord Almighty is with us." - Psalm 46:10-11
***That's actually the river that stretches across our campus. The Red Cedar River. Really beautiful whatever the season... and there're always flocks of ducks hanging around there! =) @ 4:12 AM
Our Passionate Lord I was lying down on me bed last night, playing a game in my head. I'd choose an alphabet at random, then I'll find a word that starts with that particular alphabet that describes our Father. (And it can't be a typical word like great or loving or.. y'know.) There's power in praising the Lord, no? =) Then I chanced upon P. Mmm... passionate, the word blinked in soft pink lights in my head. (I have a pretty vivid imagination =P) That woke me up a little. Passionate. It sounds so... vulnerable. So human. Almost soft. Not like the usual booming, heart-thumping praises like almighty, awesome, or all-powerful, or... @ 3:37 AM
Running We waited for about 15 minutes at the bus stop before we figured it was either not coming, or it'd gone ahead of schedule. So we headed back to our apartment lobby to wait for the next one. Was only about another 15 minutes more anyway. The conveniences of... having an extremely accurate watch? 10 minutes later, I saw the bus zooming down the street. I was like, no way its that th- and I rammed past the entrance and started running toward it. There was no way the driver could miss a couple of running girls. And I was wearing bright yellow. 'Nuff said. She went right by us. I was about to throw my hands up and cry foul when I saw that the traffic lights ahead was red. YEESSSS. There is a God ppl. =P I continued running (fake adidas, RM70, veli good quality XD) and knocked on the glass door when I got there. She still refused to look at me. MAaaaAnnn. I just kept knocking. Finally, right before she could drive on, she opened the automatic door.  Make no mistake. *thuMbs nOse*
Once when we were 14 years old, we were having our PE class, and as usual Stef and the others (including me) were huddled together complaining about everything under the sun. Din mean any harm of coz; it juz makes you nonchalantly cooler when you're an ignorant, my-life-sucks-monkey-balls teenager.
Hee. Anyways, so we were supposed to run in groups; see Wednesday, October 05, 2005 @ 1:37 AM
Spaced-Out Reading Have you tried spaced-out reading? Just find a seat in the bus, plug on your earphones, stare at whatever required reading you're supposed to do, follow the flow of words while trying to lip-sync to the song (literally) in your head and squinting at someone's tapping Nikes to see if it's the original, and 5-10 minutes would passed by before your eyes really latch onto the words, and you continue reading... and realize you hadn't missed much. Scholars and professors should honestly try writing like Helen Fielding - witty, concise and to-the-point. Heck, you don't even need to be funny; just cut the crap. Literally. Why do you need to include a whole paragraph (or two) of statistics and surveys when you're about to write what they actually mean in the following paragraphs? It trips the reader up; it really does. And what's with all the comma, comma, comma, semi-colon; comma, comma, full-stop sentences? BREAK 'EM UP pleasee! Why make people reread the sentence over and over again because they lost the point of the sentence by the end of it? 
And another thing - prologues and introductions (and in some cases epilogues) should not be more than 20 pages long. It's inhumane. Why prolong (oOOoorrRh so that's why they call those things PROLOgues... =P) the misery of actually starting to read the book? So not cool.
But what am I whining about. At least I have the opportunity to read. =)
And perhaps (note the emphasis) even learn something from 'em. Hee. 
I tend to end my posts like that huh. So goody-goody hor...  Hehee what can I say, I'm *siNgs* Mr. Brightside...~ That's a song, btw. By the Killers.
It's a survival thing. *shRug*
By the way, can it get any warmer here?
I'm almost afraid to ask.Tuesday, October 04, 2005 @ 12:39 PM
It's Important "Abe, you gotta gimme your son - it's important," He said. Abe balked at the request. "Oh... ok...," Abe could barely utter out the words of consent. But he did. He took his kid by the hand and walked up to the top of the mountain, his heavy footsteps betraying the huge dilemma in his conflicted heart; but he kept going. "Dad, where's the burnt offering? We brought the wood and stuff, where's the lamb?" Ike tugged at the ends of his father's shirt, his face puffed red as he tried to move past the twigs and branches. It tore the very core of Abe's heart. He was going to do something Ike wouldn't understand. He wasn't even sure if he understood himself. But Abe knew he had to. He had asked him to, and He knew better than Abe did. He prepared the bed of dried leaves and branches, and with his face damp with tears and sweat, his heart overwhelmed with sadness and still, bewilderment, he tied his obedient son onto the altar. It was painful beyond words, but if He'd asked for it, there has to be a world of reason behind this... Abe braced himself for the blood and the look of betrayal on his dear boy's face. "Stop it, Abe! I know you heart now - there's no need to do this anymore," one of His angels called out. Abe collapsed onto the ground - he was exhausted from the mental battle, from the long walk up the mountain... but so utterly, completely, thoroughly glad and grateful He spoke. Then he saw it - a ram caught by its horns in a thicket. He grabbed it and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. "I swear by myself, declares the Lord, that because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, I will surely bless you and make your descendents as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore... and through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed, because you have obeyed me." - Genesis 22:15-19 _______________________________________________________________ "Son, I need you to die for other people's sins - it's important," He said gently but firmly. Jesus took this in quietly. "Oh... ok, dad." He could think of a million reasons to refuse, but He understood. Didn't make anything easier, but He went on and obeyed. He died like the ram caught by its horns - Innocent like the ram; caught in the thicket of our sins. Father could've laid us at the bed of dried branches and give us the ending we deserve - but He didn't. He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him." - 2 Corinthians 5:21 ________________________________________________________ You And I Shane & Shane Clean I call you clean I came to clean you and it's done Here's a call to all who've felt disqualified to run Pleasures flowing here and there From my right hand What's mine is yours Come behold all of who I am You and I will run You and I will run forever All is done Come with what you do not have And buy what's undeserved Feast and drink, the bounties great I know you hear But have you heard Have you heard Clean! I've called you clean! "I am dirty" Clean! "So unworthy" Clean! "Dirty" That's what I'm wanting ________________________________________________________________ "Cinny, I need you to give up something - it's important," He says. -to be continued- Monday, October 03, 2005 @ 8:35 AM
He Loves Me! XD ~maRmee~ says: cintty0 cinny says: hehehee hAloooo~ cinny winks: Play "Kiss" cinny says: pa pa ~maRmee~ says: ok A few minutes later... ~maRmee~ says: i love you cinny says: biggrin cinny says: i love you tooo cinny winks: Play "Heart" ~maRmee~ says: uu cinny says: 我愛爸爸 cinny says: 嘻嘻 Mom came back on... ~maRmee~ says: baba don noe type ~maRmee~ says: mama go office lar.. cinny says: heheeh juz now he type ah cinny says: u see up cinny says: papa type cinttyy cinny says: i love you cinny says: heheheheheheeheee ~maRmee~ says: haha cinny says: he took long time, but he typed heh ~maRmee~ says: he must have try veli hard liao cinny says: hehee uh huh ~maRmee~ says: hahahhaa cinny says: feel so loved cinny says: (heart) cinny says: my love language is worrrdddsss cinny says: LOL ~maRmee~ says: LOL cinny says: jk cinny says: :p ~maRmee~ says: mama must go lor cinny says: hehehee k la u go work la ~maRmee~ says: ba calling liao cinny says: ok cinny says: smOoch ~maRmee~ says: see u in office cinny says: okie @ 6:04 AM
mAuh! It's here! Finally it's here~ Keong wrote me a letter when he was in Dubai, and it took about a week an a half to get here. About 2 hours after he told me he sent me a mail I kinda wished he hadn't, coz I realized I had to wait an insane amount of time before it'd actually reach here... But it's here~, that's what's important!~ *sillY gRin*  HehehEe~ Thanks darling, it's uber sweet of you oh~ *huGzz*
I still remember one particular comic strip out of the gazillion (have you heard of this joke, where a mother and son was watching the news on TV, and the anchorperson was reporting that there were 1100 Brazilians dead in the recent crisis, and the mother turned to her son and said, "That's horrible... how much is a brazilian?" *hOwls with lAughTeR~!* ahem ok) books of Archie Digests I used to read on my bed, on the couch, in the loo... anyways, there was one strip where Veronica and Betty were really upset that their boys aren't romantic and sweet like in the romance novels, especially after they found their parents' secret stash of love letters in the attic. So they forced Archie, Reggie and Jughead to go out of town, miss them, and write them letters. But it backfired coz they met other cute chicks in the other town, and the letters were all about the new ppl they met and stuff.
In a very late attempt to cut the story short, they made the boys head back to Riverdale and agreed that it's much better to have their boys close with them.
Duh. I could've figured that out without making my guy go away. =P Hehee but the reason I brought it up is coz... love letters are still as romantic as they started eons ago? *sCratch head* I don't know why I remember that comic... hehee oh well. Or maybe it's to show that my Ginger is a better letter writer (mini tongue-twister?) than Carrot-Top (Archie)? Teehehee.
OH right. That LDR has its perks too, from time to time. *bEam* (I really did juz remembered y'know, while I was taking a shower after I already published this post - din fake nothin'. XD)
 Ahh good ol' Archies... they've been around for like what, 15-20 years? Gosh, I bet nobody under 18 reads 'em anymore... we're getting old peeps XD Isn't it exciting??!?!
There's even a li'l pink card in the mail, hehee, not sure if Keon'd want me to write it out here hehee but it's funny! 
Hehee ok ok... I do have a shred of self-awareness left, so I won't go on to mention about the little poem he made, and the list of reasons of why he...
Oops, there I go again. 
Back to my reading assignments it is then... I wasted half of yesterday watching the complete reruns of the America's Next Top Model, the second season. I know they're on their sixth now, but give a gal a break eh, I've never paid any attention to the series till now. Even though Janice (Ong) always asked me about it. =P But it's so much less bitchy than I thought - was actually quite entertaining. =D
 On a separate note, the weather here is going cuckoo lately. A day could start off at 6-7 degrees, and end in 24 degrees in the late afternoon. Don't mind the coldness (yet) though.
*bEam* ...HuMmm Nickelback's Photographs is such a catchy song.Saturday, October 01, 2005 @ 10:46 PM
I want it. |