tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64653961082407113632024-03-08T07:17:24.611+08:00Let's BlablaMy blog talks wat I want it to talk..actually I force it to talk wan...or is it speak..or share..or something else?saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-29980039230082702782015-06-29T10:31:00.001+08:002015-06-29T10:32:29.893+08:00Democracy<div style="text-align: justify;">
When the Supreme Court gave a decision of 5-4 in favour of same-sex marriage, there were gasps and cheers in every country. People (even the White House) started to put up the 6-colour filter to show support while those against were crying doom for the US. As I grappled with this myself, I realized a few things.</div>
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First, the media seem to jump all over it and are puffing this issue up in favour of the court ruling. Buzzfeed released an article '<a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/sarahburton/slight-overactions-to-the-marriage-equality-news#.hsNqy45dy">15 Slight Overreactions To The Marriage Equality News</a>' . While I contend that a media site is supposed to be impartial to news, the issue at hand is also me wondering how this would contribute to the society? Why do you need to put down the other person's view who differs with yours? To have a laugh? To make them sound ridiculous? To do it because the previous majority view did the same? In the progressive times that we live, apparently this backward tactic of putting down other people's views is still common I guess. In close relation to the article, there's the second thing I noticed.</div>
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Calm down peeps who are against the ruling. Some called doom on US, one even claimed that this was a 9/11 from a moral standpoint. While it does affect the nation in a way, 17 other countries have already passed this law. Among them are France, Denmark, and the Netherlands. Last I checked, they aren't doing too badly. As a Christian, while it is a sad thing that the law has been passed, I believe we can react better than just spelling doom (There are only four letters, I'm sure the others can spell it too). Rather, it is an even more urgent time to encourage the discouraged and to seek opportunities to engage this issue. Many articles are already written on the proper Christian response and that's what's needed. Moreover, my girlfriend did say, 'Weren't you expecting this to happen?' I guess we shouldn't be so surprised as the world is changing in a way that we didn't hope for, but hey, God did see it coming. On to my last point.</div>
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Now, in case some are ready to bash me up for bringing up religion and God, please don't. Because I don't like conflicts. :( But through this I do see the shortcomings of democracy. To put in layman's terms, democracy is basically the more famous opinion being shared. 30 years ago, the 'trendy' opinion was traditional marriage, today it's same-sex marriage. 30 years ago, the opinion of the minority was shunned for the majority, today it remains the same. Democracy, for all it's worth, does fall short as it doesn't unite all people, only those with the same opinion. It tells the ones with a separate opinion to just live with it or find more support. What makes it more dangerous is when the contentious issue is when it's one of morality (or appears so to some). Morality then becomes somewhat a scale that when more people gather to a side, the scale tips and it changes. </div>
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It's the semester break now and I think I'm using my brain a bit too much. Studying Communication as a course does help me to study things more critically I guess. I should rest and play something brain-dead like Mortal Kombat X where they literally rip your brains out. Hmm.</div>
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saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-89256655173080597702015-06-16T02:52:00.002+08:002015-06-16T02:52:26.712+08:00Friends leaving.It is these times that I wish I had not formed a close bond with them, so that them leaving may not hurt me so much. The last post was about me leaving for a short semester break, now it's my friends leaving university for good.<br />
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It hurts.saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-39636331917448597022013-06-28T02:06:00.004+08:002013-06-28T02:06:58.741+08:00So a year passes...And I'm back home for a 3-month break. Looking back at my first year in university, I'm rather shocked that time passed so quickly. It feels just like yesterday that I made the 6-hour trip up to Penang.<div>
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As fast as the term seemed to pass, I still enjoyed my first year a lot. Well, the assignments and stress weren't that fun, but it was the people and the crazy things we did that made things end positively. It's been great having friends playing Temple Run just for ego's sake, mimicking King of Opera, playing Ping Pong and well, basically do guy stuff!</div>
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I was also nourished spiritually as I grew more into the model of Christ. Reviewing my stands and beliefs weren't easy, but worth the journey. Along the road, I came across spiritual brothers who were missing all these while and also reminded that God uses young Christians for His Kingdom as well as to teach me. I have two peeps I have in mind and I think you know who you are, oh Malacca and Penang girl, so thanks! :) Feeling the need, not for speed but to buck up all the more!</div>
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Finally, I managed to clear out one question in my head. I used to wonder whether it would be great to live a life of solidarity, with few to no friends or to live otherwise. Solidarity would certainly reduce the pain of saying 'bye' and make leaving so easy. No friends, no burden, no pain, simple. But thinking again, I don't mind having that sadness of saying 'bye' to friends who will graduate and unlikely to meet again, because the joy of being with them far outweighs everything else. </div>
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saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-57977803633285568482013-05-05T21:40:00.002+08:002013-05-05T21:40:29.745+08:00What Then?We're all in the Election Hype! To me, BN has pretty much shot its own foot in the month leading to the elections. I've always told people that if BN had just behaved itself and remained quiet, then the folks would be able to at least have a shot at something.<br />
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saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-11853482727052015042013-03-15T23:47:00.000+08:002013-03-15T23:47:35.715+08:00It's nice...though to see you two together. I'll pray that you two grow together.<br />
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I'm easily entertained, but I like that I'm easily entertained. :)saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-59624507438392862182012-11-08T04:11:00.000+08:002012-11-08T04:11:58.833+08:00YoI don't mean to disturb you on purpose when you sleep. It's just that I have work to do and sometimes it goes beyond the average sleep time.<br />
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Oh noes, I'll be the next Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde yo!<br />
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P.S: I love sleep too.saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-84571752168501633032012-10-27T21:43:00.001+08:002012-10-27T21:43:37.617+08:00Planting A SeedToday was an eventful day. First, I went out with my Christian Fellowship pals to tour part of Penang. The taking pictures and food aside, I really enjoy being with them. Also, the event provided a platform for me to get to know the seniors and fellow batch mates in a deeper way. While there were barriers previously, I suppose they have been broken down or damaged heavily. Probably one more critical hit to seal the deal! Man, I miss games. :D<br />
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<br />After the morning's activity, I went to the Youth Meeting. Feeling a bit tired, a 2-hour nap would have been great but I'm quite glad I went anyway. The sharing struck deep into my heart. It was about planting that important seed in your non-Christian friend that God can only grow and bear fruit.<br />
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He made me realise that evangelism isn't so much about blurting out the whole Bible or Two Ways to Live, but letting them understand why we are in separation from God, why we need a Saviour, and what God came to do. Only then, a seed is planted in the heart. Another reminder came as well,</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S: Just saw on Facebook, my friend </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">just became a dad. Yay for him!</span></div>
saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-49283226852903243342012-10-25T18:25:00.001+08:002012-10-25T18:25:44.399+08:00Funny!I find it funny how after the serious post titled The Decision, the latest chatbox comment asks whether I kuat makan or not. :Dsaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-91886597719352364572012-10-04T13:54:00.001+08:002012-10-04T13:58:24.947+08:00The DecisionSometimes I just wish I have more of myself rather than more time to do more things. Being in USM for the 4th week, it has been a time of setting priorities; which to commit, which to leave behind, which church to go, what to do at this time. Things like that.<br />
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During that 4-week period, I've come to realised that there are many things I want to join or do (24 seasons drum, Christian Fellowship, debate, church activities) and also time is no friend of mine. I suppose this dilemma is present for all since we all share the 24-hour cycle, but for me (and Christians perhaps), things are a little different.<br />
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Having a higher authority over me, I <b>owe</b> God my service.</div>
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By service, it means to be <b>faithful</b> to His work and be an active participant in whatever measure I can.</div>
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By service, it means to <b>devote time</b> to His work.</div>
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By service, it means to <b>leave</b> your interests, no matter how big they are, to do His work.</div>
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By service, it means <b>God is first</b>, and <b>you are second</b>.</div>
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These thoughts were, at the least, self-centred. Having committed myself to Him, I suppose it is only right that His work be first over my interests. God isn't being mean by making me do so, He just deserves it.<br />
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I've learned that when there are conflicts of interests between these two, I need to select the one that best benefits God, not me. Tough lesson, but valuable nonetheless.</div>
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Not like God preferred His own interests over mine when He sent Jesus to die for my sins anyway.</div>
saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-40771262467140836732012-09-11T11:57:00.002+08:002012-09-11T11:57:36.838+08:00It's ALLLLIIIVVVEEE (Ace Ventura style)Yep, the blog lives again after a 1 year lay-off. I stopped blogging for a number of reasons:<br />
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2. I lacked creativity to write; in other words, the writers' block.<br />
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So why start again? It's because:<br />
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1. Internet here is quite good. Every 4 rooms share a router, so it's fast and rarely slow.<br />
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3. There're no more many games to play. T.T<br />
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I also thought it'd be a good way to update myself so that my faithful 8 followers can keep up on what's happening here. Your faithfulness shall be rewarded with nonsense posts I guess!<br /><br />
Anyway, it was a tiring one week of orientation. Sleeping at 2 (sometimes 3) and waking up at 6, crazy-packed schedules which only allow 20-minute meals (which upon lining up takes 10 minutes+), and the 20-minute walk from hostel to meeting place each day. Truth be told, I think I got thinner already from all the walking. Still, it was a good week because I got to make new friends of the same wavelength, different wavelength, and those of a particular distant universe.<br />
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The orientation ended on a high (meaning highest form of torture) with a 3-days-2-nights camp in Cinta Alam Kelimat, Perak. During my 3 days there, I only got to bathe once because of the tight schedule. On the first night, they let us off at 12am. I had to do patrol work at 1 and with my shift ending at 2, was looking forward for some good rest. Rest though, only belongs with the dead and we had to go for jungle trekking immediately after my shift. Came back around 6+ before the next activity started again at 7am.<br />
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Had a presentation to perform that night, and with 12 groups performing, the 6 worst would be sent to 'rendam' in the river. Well, my group was one of them. 'Rendaming' was fine, but before we could get to the river, we had to crawl through the mud which was disgusting to say the least. >.<<br />
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In my 3rd day there, the camp commandant was especially strict on us. He made us do many push-ups, claiming that we weren't disciplined and united. His favourite stunt was the 'ukur padang' where we would have to lie flat on the field and roll all the way to the other side. If we didn't count together, he'd make us roll back to the other end of the field. In between the torture, he'd teach some things about taking care of the environment, and also unity, but no need until like that gua. What he did was like killing a fly by running a 5-ton truck over it when you could just have done a Karate-Kid chopstick kill. I guess the more severe the longer the effect lasts though.<br />
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So all in all, I'm kinda glad the 1st week was over. Class was on yesterday and it was interesting. I'm the first batch of students who'd be undergoing a 4-year course in Mass Communications instead of 3 years that have been going on before this. They're teaching us about the history of it now which I like and the lecturers so far have been nice.<br />
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Looking forward to coming back this week for Sharlissa's wedding and meeting my family again. Oh wheeee, oh whee oh whee, am baba wei!saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-26112740853732436952011-09-19T17:06:00.004+08:002011-09-19T17:18:30.489+08:00Did You Watch...The match between Manchester United and Chelsea last night? I'm not talking about my sis and her roommate but the actual clubs. Well, Man U won the game 3-1, but the game was interesting not because 4 goals were scored, but the amount that weren't instead.<br /><br />One fell when wanting to score.<br /><br />One slipped while taking a penalty kick.<br /><br />One keeper running to the opponent's goal only to realise he was at the wrong side.<br /><br />But the greatest of the miss belonged to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Torres">Fernando Torres</a>. He rounded the keeper very well and was actually one-on-one with the goal! At first sight, I thought he was going to score but he missed. I was more flabbergasted, blabbergasted, dumbfounded, smartunfounded than being happy he didn't score. Click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3M3jAmrrVA8">here</a> for the miss.<br /><br />Anyway, I just pity him for the miss. He was playing well up until that point. As a striker, your job is to score. Rounding off the keeper is a bonus but the core you must fulfill. And sadly, he missed the target.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It's just like a student preparing for the exam only to realise the exam was 2 months ago and he missed it.<br /><br />It's just like an accountant missing an obvious number and the accounts come up with a huge mistake.<br /><br />It's just like a lawyer getting her files ready for the big trial and upon walking in the court with brimming confidence, realises she's in the wrong court and missed the right one.<br /><br />How sad indeed.<br /><br />Ah well, I checked the dates and phew, STPM ain't 2 months ago!<br /></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-21352812975194041982011-08-31T19:11:00.003+08:002011-08-31T19:14:54.184+08:00Only He KnowsJust read a blog of a friend of mine. Always seemed so cheerful, but that blog had none of it. I guess people often put up a brave front but inside, they're just hurt and shattered. If not for that blog, how am I to know?
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I suppose only God knows, and hence the only One who can help. It is comforting to know God does help through us friends.
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But well, I guess that's true among many of us, even Christians are guilty of it.<br /><br />But what made the presentation contradict itself was when he showed a clip of <a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/">Nick Vujicic</a>.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83tFDppV8sFUiH_rfqPde-45PDQE82IRnedWRPcCja_35sDwMjCArRbKkF-3x93PxQfJD2Vtk1Am_VGc64oEjiY0S_ZiBTd0XUxjUK36HEqN8WVqzjAluWoA5bcGI-jlNPzj2GVGcC6A/s1600/nick.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi83tFDppV8sFUiH_rfqPde-45PDQE82IRnedWRPcCja_35sDwMjCArRbKkF-3x93PxQfJD2Vtk1Am_VGc64oEjiY0S_ZiBTd0XUxjUK36HEqN8WVqzjAluWoA5bcGI-jlNPzj2GVGcC6A/s400/nick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633262160077858018" border="0" /></a><br />Nick here has <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetra-amelia">Tetra-amelia syndrome</a>, a disability which results in losing your limbs. What Calvin wanted to bring out was that Nick of all people, could be the first to give up but chose instead to fight on, to listen to his voice, and to pursue greatness. He stood on his own two feet so to say, and stood tall. So we with limbs, should follow suit.<br /><br />But is that how it really went?<br /><br />Calvin probably didn't know the part where Nick contemplated suicide because of his condition. He felt hopeless and couldn't find meaning in his life. But what really changed him wasn't the voice inside him, but the voice of God.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It was in his hopelessness that he found God.<br /><br />In his struggles.<br /><br />In his inability.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In all these he found comfort and strength in God. God became and is his limbs till this day.<br /></div><br />Many people in the world today are always telling us to push through things by ourselves.<br /><br />To conquer the world.<br /><br />To win.<br /><br />But what about the helpless? Does it become a 'the strong survive, the weak die' situation?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It took Nick's helplessness to realize he needed God in his life.<br /><br />To realize strength comes not from himself, but from God.<br /><br />To realize life is hopeless without Him.<br /><br />If it takes a sense of hopelessness and helplessness for people to come to God, then I hope they do, and then find hope and help altogether.<br /><br />Who did Nick listen to?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He listened to God the most.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">His video can be found<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USUvzKDroqM"> </a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USUvzKDroqM">here</a>.</span><br /></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-16899565855960097002011-06-10T16:19:00.006+08:002011-06-10T16:37:26.943+08:00I Was Like...'Woah, you're that fat already?'<br /><br />No, I'm not saying any girl is fat or anything, but Ronaldo!<br /><br />And no, not Cristiano Ronaldo.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4IfTJFR2ntfTA11yIS0A0zWcdyXZgRXcBXb6rQdB0w9abT3WlCIyd_3St57GKDbTMEPrX7wkyBdQPmLE0DFbziK1PR5CVsesXYMICtVk5ngDMdMyHxL50yK-XOpT4DYD274FnExVVVM/s1600/cristiano.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4IfTJFR2ntfTA11yIS0A0zWcdyXZgRXcBXb6rQdB0w9abT3WlCIyd_3St57GKDbTMEPrX7wkyBdQPmLE0DFbziK1PR5CVsesXYMICtVk5ngDMdMyHxL50yK-XOpT4DYD274FnExVVVM/s400/cristiano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616504130095259970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">If he's fat, we're all doomed.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm talking about the Brazilian Ronaldo. Yeah, he was awesome and stuff. Won 2 World Cups and holds the record for most goals scored in World Cup with 15 goals! He was fit at that time and had speed and strength!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wRUig7hosMDs7dzUg77TiYg0LNxP-IdiSrQZPppC5W9KqN3hBIuxt5HetY9eHNIC1gZLvmCFq962rPii32T3Xxjv93Nz5pBIKQ_w-AkH1VqRtJf6-qZXnZbFMLQNwGGHr_QmvUjkcrk/s1600/Ronaldo.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wRUig7hosMDs7dzUg77TiYg0LNxP-IdiSrQZPppC5W9KqN3hBIuxt5HetY9eHNIC1gZLvmCFq962rPii32T3Xxjv93Nz5pBIKQ_w-AkH1VqRtJf6-qZXnZbFMLQNwGGHr_QmvUjkcrk/s400/Ronaldo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616505726325669154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Glory days!</span><br /><br /></div><br />Yeah, but look at him now. T.T<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDk5A4_f8oXol8PWT35SoygleB4Cv75w6YbAEhsivC1EoFOdRcsLJ5AaK7FxrmpDOriSzeUvK_ds4Pl3DlcQaGWuoKuVA53Kp1-DrljABkXDlyo4crFpm0M2nXJPHKuuOp48Vk0VEwY4/s1600/ronaldo+after.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDk5A4_f8oXol8PWT35SoygleB4Cv75w6YbAEhsivC1EoFOdRcsLJ5AaK7FxrmpDOriSzeUvK_ds4Pl3DlcQaGWuoKuVA53Kp1-DrljABkXDlyo4crFpm0M2nXJPHKuuOp48Vk0VEwY4/s400/ronaldo+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616506014532832802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THAT!<br /></div></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-61275405065241005942011-06-06T12:35:00.004+08:002011-06-07T15:24:52.011+08:00The Constant VariableLife changes a lot as you grow older. New responsibilities come in and are often heavier than the previous ones, new worries, new headaches, and then pimples and wrinkles.<br /><br />When I was a toddler, all I worried about was getting a new toy and milk. Ken seems to be at this stage still, hmmm.<br /><br />When I was 7, I worried about getting up early on Saturdays to watch Dragon Ball Z at 8 a.m. Still a mystery why TV2 had to put it so early.<br /><br />When I was 13, I didn't have my first love. Instead, I worried about Manchester United winning the Premier League and God.<br /><br />When I was 17, I worried about how useful I am in God's work. Oh ya, there was SPM too... Nah, not as much.<br /><br />When I was 19, WRONG! I am 19! I worry about my future, Manchester United winning the Champions' League (Which they loss and caused a waterfall of tears), and pleasing God in every way.<br /><br />Petty stuff like watching a cartoon show or little toys matter little now. It's just like how we put away clothes that don't fit us anymore and wear clothes that fit.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Considering the fact that Manchester United is a mature thing, it's safe to say I matured when I was 13. Whee!<br /><br />Anyway, my point is that things just get bigger and bigger from here on out. Looking at my elder sisters, the things they go through can get quite stressful as compared to my 'big worries'(MU is an exclusion). But the one thing I'm glad is The Constant Variable, God.<br /><br />Sure, my perception of how much He loves me might change sometimes, but the truth remains that God is constant all the time. In a world of uncertainty, it's nice to have a certainty which is true to hold on too. And for that, I'm thankful. I'll manage through uncertainties.<br /></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-38654331511666911752011-04-30T12:25:00.003+08:002011-04-30T12:27:02.078+08:00"Shaun, What hair to cut?"When my sister asked me this, I thought,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Hmm, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Commando</span> hairstyle maybe? Or what about <span style="font-weight: bold;">bald</span>, or go wild with <span style="font-weight: bold;">mohawk</span>?"<br /><br />And then I remembered, it's my sister.<br /><br />And I sighed.<br /><br />I don't know any female hairstyle la.<br /><br />T.T<br /></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-16274370521364740682011-04-21T22:26:00.005+08:002011-04-21T22:53:36.213+08:00"You Know About My Parents Right?"I hesitated to answer. I kind of gathered that somewhere something was wrong because my friend always spoke about her mom only.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Err... Not really. I'm kinda shy in asking you about this actually.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh, my parents were living separately for quite some time. Then they divorced.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">How long did they live separately again?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">11 years. (Which makes her 8 at that time)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And when did your parents divorce again?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Last year.</span><br /><br />That for me, was hard to swallow. And I'm not even the one having to bear it. The divorce happened as recent as last year, and yet she showed no signs of it.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I'm sorry about what happened.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It's alright, I've learned to <span style="font-weight: bold;">live through it</span>.</span><br /><br />Divorce<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> isn't</span> a thing that should happen. Yeah, you may have done well living through the pain, but the whole point is that nobody should be put through that pain in the first place.<br /><br />Love of a father.<br /><br />Care of a father.<br /><br />Support.<br /><br />These are things everyone is entitled to experience. And yet, my friend lacks it.<br /><br />Living through it is brave, but if only there weren't such a thing as divorce, then she wouldn't have to live through it but to enjoy it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Is it really that <span style="font-weight: bold;">hard </span>to stay together until "death do us part"?<br /></div><br />My teacher said,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Only when your wife breathes her last in your arms, can you <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">truly say</span>, 'This is my wife'."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Shouldn't we then, live like today would be our loved one's last and treasure them dearly instead of signing some documents?<br /></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-80292021242243840922011-03-03T22:11:00.002+08:002011-03-03T22:18:48.217+08:00I Got...Called by the teacher to stand beside him today. As I saw my classmates going back to class after quad, I wondered on what basis I was held for. I was about to say Habeas Corpus regardless whether it was relevant or not when he said:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Boy, your hair too long already.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And I was like,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Eh? Sir you call this long ar?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And he went,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Oh, not the hair, just the sideburns actually. Go and cut yourself ya.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And I thought to myself,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">But dude, I like just cut my hair last February wei!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I feel insulted.<br /><br />Nae.<br /><br />My <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">growth hormones</span> feel insulted.<br /><br />The teacher is blaming them for producing hair at a very high rate.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, how my hormones long for justice!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-25512308154271423932011-02-28T20:18:00.004+08:002011-02-28T21:16:21.057+08:00I Ran...5.8km in the cross-country run on Saturday. It was my second competitive outing, and again, it was very tiring.<br /><br />At one point, I felt like giving up and just walked instead.<br /><br />But I <span style="font-weight: bold;">determined</span> to carry on.<br /><br />At another point, I had cramps in my stomach and shoulder.<br /><br />But I <span style="font-weight: bold;">determined</span> to carry on too.<br /><br />When I reached the stadium where 400 metres had yet to be completed, I truly felt like giving up again because of the distance.<br /><br />But for the third time, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">determined</span> to carry on.<br /><br />In the end, I made it. I kinda pushed myself to the limit and felt like vomiting, but the satisfaction of knowing I ran the entire track was worth it.<br /><br />I post this today not because I want to show how determined I was in completing the race, but rather the thought that came as I was running.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Jesus was the thought.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The men who were guarding Jesus began </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">mocking and beating</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> Him. They blindfolded Him and demanded, “Prophesy! Who hit you?” And they said many other </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">insulting things </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">to Him. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Luke 22: 63-65</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">He could have given up on His Mission and give in to the people who hit Him.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But He <span style="font-weight: bold;">determined</span> to carry on.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Then Herod and his soldiers </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ridiculed and mocked </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">him. Dressing him in an elegant robe, they sent him back to Pilate.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Luke 23:11</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Again, He could have given up His Mission. But He <span style="font-weight: bold;">determined</span> to carry on in spite of what the king and soldiers did.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">They (the soldiers) </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">stripped</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> him and put a scarlet robe on him, and then </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">twisted together a crown of thorns</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand. Then they knelt in front of him and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mocked</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> him. “Hail, king of the Jews!” they said. They </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">spit</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> on him, and took the staff and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">struck</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> him on the head </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">again and again</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Matthew 27:28-30</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">When they came to the place called the Skull, they </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">crucified</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> him there, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Luke 23:33</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Even unto death, He <span style="font-weight: bold;">determined</span> to carry on.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What was His Mission?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">To<span style="font-weight: bold;"> save </span>you and me.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Being 100% human, the physical and mental pain must have burdened Jesus greatly, to the point of giving up. But because He had us on His mind, He<span style="font-weight: bold;"> determined</span> to carry on until the end.<br /><br />For Him, saving us was <span style="font-weight: bold;">worth </span>all the pain and mocking.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And for that, I'm thankful.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jesus showed us God's love<br />In the garden when He prayed for us<br />Jesus showed us God's love<br />When He carried that awful cross<br />Tell me could you say, what Jesus said<br />If they did those mean things to you,<br />"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."<br /><br />Jesus showed us God's love<br />When He let them nail Him to the cross<br />Jesus showed us God's love<br />When He died for us<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Tell me could you say, what Jesus said<br />If they did those mean things to you,<br />"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">By The Donut Man</span><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-76572165506451986292011-02-16T22:31:00.004+08:002011-02-17T23:39:33.542+08:00People Ask...What's Prayer Meeting for if you can just sit at home with your family members and pray?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">One</span>, do we actually do that?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Second</span>, today's time of prayer was already proof itself of the importance of coming together, praying and encouraging one another.<br /></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-40700937966831875232011-02-13T20:58:00.003+08:002011-02-13T21:14:50.244+08:00I Just Can't...Help but post about this. Some of you may know my friend, Seon Fei. He attended MGC once. He's a dude from Yong Peng. Ya, a place famous for its fish balls. My teacher says it's so good it can bounce around and be used as a Ping-pong ball.<br /><br />Anyway, he is a very quiet dude, but can be very funny in his own special way. My class was planning to give a birthday surprise for my two classmates this Tuesday. Of course, for it to be a success, the two victims were not supposed to know anything about it. That should already be a known fact. But this Yong Peng dude here did something so funny you can't get angry with him but just say, "Well, that's Seon Fei to you!"<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">He went and <span style="font-weight: bold;">tell </span>one of them that she was gonna get a surprise party.<br /><br />She <span style="font-weight: bold;">doesn't </span>believe him because she thinks it's just plain dumbness to break it out to her that she's gonna get a surprise party. And <span style="font-weight: bold;">especially</span> when it hasn't happened.<br /><br />Fact is, he's that dumb. <span style="font-weight: bold;">In a good way</span>. :D<br /><br />Anyway, she asks <span style="font-weight: bold;">why</span> does he tell her if it's true?<br /><br />He says...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sooner <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">or</span> </span>later you also will find out about it mah."<br /><br />Classic, don't you think?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmZlBvfpVoC4GOpCATkt41jH66z1xFlhy_VMyh3LewDpPvInd7dZfm4OGG7dAVHif-6u8VDwFh6PlSlb8HOBGn_DLBw7j9p92E6vOOXA3VA-KecEhcBPeM0UxhSo89GHeR0hI_mVJa9w/s1600/seon+fei.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmZlBvfpVoC4GOpCATkt41jH66z1xFlhy_VMyh3LewDpPvInd7dZfm4OGG7dAVHif-6u8VDwFh6PlSlb8HOBGn_DLBw7j9p92E6vOOXA3VA-KecEhcBPeM0UxhSo89GHeR0hI_mVJa9w/s400/seon+fei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573161736169968114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">He's the dude on the top right! Photo from his Facebook.</span><br /></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-31905048645918724412011-02-01T22:12:00.003+08:002011-02-01T22:24:22.375+08:00Fernando Torres...Has moved to<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHELSEA!!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of being one of the many livers in a pool, he has now become a gel in the sea! I was a bit surprised by the last-minute transfer news, but oh well, I guess they do grow money on trees. This transfer has received criticism from the fans because they feel he has turned his back on them. I don't really care, since I'm a Man U dude, although it's understandable why Torres would want to leave and the fans are angry.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdyD7RBGykONdM9k55orCtiSeF9kkFeEylRVkTbEGJ27ZHyQuGzbQppx9Uhd3ndaA8xkgysLm2ICZjR8VCHGX3aSPn15fvgsnzMmt6ny47L5cL01G0Wfyw0VLO4HmFQyu4z6WFc9WGP8/s1600/torres.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdyD7RBGykONdM9k55orCtiSeF9kkFeEylRVkTbEGJ27ZHyQuGzbQppx9Uhd3ndaA8xkgysLm2ICZjR8VCHGX3aSPn15fvgsnzMmt6ny47L5cL01G0Wfyw0VLO4HmFQyu4z6WFc9WGP8/s400/torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568726662541662610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">My sis says he's not handsome. I think she hasn't seen Wayne Rooney yet. Hmm.</span><br /><br /></div><br />Nevertheless, Torres could have made some fans forgive him by saying some nice things in the press. But noooo, he didn't! He said,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"This is the target for every footballer - to try to play for one of the top clubs in the world and I can do it now. I have to be very, very happy as I am..."<br /><br />That big dong! He should have said,<br /><br />"This is the target for every footballer - to try to play for one of the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">other</span></span> top clubs in the world <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">besides Liverpool</span></span> and I can do it now. I have to be very, very happy as I am.<br /></div></div></div></div>saunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120noreply@blogger.com0