evil dudes.

darth sidious, star wars.

feature: mutilated.

cobra commander, g.i. joe.

feature: faceless.

red skull, captain america.
feature: er. skullish. reddish. plain gross.


saruman, lord of the rings.
keith: who do you think this is?
benjamin: moses?
someone: this one only went to sunday school, never watch tv wan.

the joker, batman: dark knight.
feature: mutilated+crazed.


yzma, emperor's new school/groove.
feature: conniving (keith)
no comment (me)

Why do we portray evil like this?

sam: gaston's good-looking. keith: that's an exception. (lols)

gaston, beauty & the beast.
feature: er. hairy chest?

Do we have a narrow view of evil? Every single one of these characters are man-made. Have we ever wondered how people come up with these things?

Many of these people were themselves victims of evil. E.g. Darth Vader, Doctor Octavius.

darth vader, star wars.
feature: faceless.

These characters might well be reflections of the writers themselves.


Genesis 3:1-4 - The Fall and the Garden of Eden: Where It All Began

And the serpent said unto the woman:
"You will not surely die:
For God knows that in the day you eat of the fruit,
then your eyes shall be opened,
and you will be like God,
knowing good and evil."

Genesis 3:4

We're always fooled into thinking that we don't know evil, that we need to be shown what evil is like.

The truth is that we know these characters, and we know them well, because we lost our innocence in Eden.

1. 1. Violation of God's commandments.
2. 2. Knowing what is right, yet doing the opposite of what is right.
3. 3. Active rebellion against God.

Is any of the three kinds of evil personally familiar to you?

Keith: Are we really that different from these people?

-everyone looks at the picture of the joker on the screen and stares at keith blankly-


me (thinks): er... physically... yeah...

Keith: ... No, seriously.

mojojojo, powerpuff girls.
feature: no comment.

-pin-drop silence-

Sam: Maybe Gaston la.

ROFL.


anyway.

when i wrote stories, i never included God in them. it felt ridiculous to even consider the idea. similiarly, one seldom finds man's dependence on God or any god in comic books, cartoons, tv shows, or movies. even with the good guys, God is never there. it's all about them doing the work, beating the bad guys, saving the day.

i realized this a long time ago - that stories like these stem from man's desire to be in a world without God. a world free from God's watchful eyes, where you, in your characters, can do whatever you want because you determine the standards of morality.

one scene in the spiderman comics left a distinct impression on me of this fact. it was during the massacre carried out by carnage, shriek, doppeldanger, and demogoblin.

demogoblin, spiderman.
feature: fire.

demogoblin was obsessed with his 'holy mission' of killing 'sinners', and a scene in the comic book showed him attacking a priest who was praying and clutching the cross around his neck. the priest was not spared, and demogoblin insulted God as he reached out to strike the man. i think in the end, some superhero came and saved him la. but anyhow, it showed me that there is no place for God in man's imagination.

i agreed with keith on the fact that we're not so different from those characters after all. those characters are magnified reflections of ourselves, but reflections, nonetheless. the evil that they do are examples of what we can do if we were to magnify our own little wrongdoings by say, 20x. darth maoul's anger, darth sidious's greed, darth vader's fear, mojojojo's jealousy, the joker's desire for something larger than mundane life, yzma's longing for revenge - these are all in us, if we scale deeper into our souls.

it is difficult to live with God. because we have lived so long with the sin that is in us, with the nature that tells us to do whatever we want, whenever we feel like it.

but i see a different law in the members of my body
waging war against the law of my mind
and making me a prisoner of the law of sin
which is in my members.
wretched man that i am!
who will set me free from the body of death?

romans 7:23-24

and again,

the sinful mind is hostile to God.
It does not submit to God's law, nor can it do so.

romans 8:7

it was a well-cherished time in cg yesterday. (not just on account of the kaya puffs)

people who got no talent.

...can only do this kind of thing.

celup-celup everywhere.
page borders celuped from a strip of paper i found online.
dividing border is a drunk dog's walking path.

i don't know what the lawyers are gonna say to this piece of thing they're supposed to put their firm advertisements on. maybe "ooo doggy paws! so cuteee!". maybe not. probably not.

but at least it's done.

week's not done though. have dancing practice tonight.

yeah, dance. ME. the one who dances with two right feet. i don't even want to know what dance i'm gonna dance tonight.

then CG, then i'm to help a friend with powerpoint presentation.

then i'll try to pengsan on my bed in a decent manner. plus brush my teeth.

need recharge.

i'm tired of the words "Internet Disconnected".

i'm tired of being the only one here who can use Photoshop. (like i'm that good anyway)

i'm tired of lugging my laptop around the fac.

i'm tired of not having my doodles turn out nice.

i'm tired of the endless string of obligations.

i was so tired of my tolerant thoughts.

i'm so thankful for romans 9:15, 16.

I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy
I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion
so then it is not of him that willeth
nor him that runneth
but of God that sheweth mercy.

i need rest.

tse hwei tse hwei tse hwei tse hwei

tsehwei, can you help me with this please, tse hwei? tse hwei, you know how i feel. you're the only one that understands, tse hwei. tse hwei, thank you for all the things you've ever done for me, tse hwei. tse hwei, sometimes, tse hwei, i don't understand how you can bear with me, tse hwei. all the wrong things that i've done, tse hwei, all the bad things i've said, all the thoughts i've had, tse hwei, you know them all. and still you love me, tse hwei. thank you so much, tse hwei.

weird?

Lord, can you help me with this please, Lord? Lord, you know how i feel. you're the only one that understands, Lord. Lord, thank you for all the things you've ever done for me, Lord. Lord, sometimes, Lord, i don't understand how you can bear with me, Lord. all the wrong things that i've done, Lord, all the bad things i've said, all the thoughts i've had, Lord, you know them all. and still you love me, Lord. thank you so much, Lord.

weird?

weird how we don't talk to our friends like that, but talk to God like that. myself included. don't use God's name the way you use 'like' or 'please'. it's just not right.

Why do you call me, 'Lord, Lord,' and do not do what I say?

Luke 6:46

substitute 'Lord' with
'O God'...
'Father God'...
'Father'...
in the paragraph
and you get the same effect

are you dumb?

no, no, not asking you. it's just...

this new game i found! (low-budget title animation man... even i could do it...)

um yeah, it's called Are You Dumb? it gauges your dumbilligence with just three questions, all posed by jimmy choo. you only have five seconds to answer each question, during which he will insult and taunt you.

(compare)

tak macam pun. lol.

i chose the wrong answers on purpose to see what he'd say:

"you did not answer all three questions correctly.
you are dumb! you are loser!"

ya think?

rating: not highly recommended, just quite recommended.
comment: it'll only take you less than a minute to play. ahaha.
review: you got to give me a treat now, tse hwei. coz i got psychiatric illness now. i'm now mentally disturbed. -kock sin-

it's not my shadow.

Brother, let me be your servant

Let me be as Christ to you
Pray that i might have the grace
To let you be my servant too.

sometimes i feel like i've listened to so many people's problems, i don't think they're new anymore.

sometimes it's because i've gone through a few of them myself.

well, sometimes i haven't. i'll admit to that.

sometimes i feel like some of those problems can be handled simply. not easily. simply.

simply pick yourself up.
simply move on.
simply tell yourself you can do it.
simply do something positive about it.

simply. (you're like sick of the word now, aren't you?)

but people don't listen when you give them the simple solution. sometimes people don't want a solution. sometimes they just want to continue to wallow in self-pity. in their sadness. in their depression. whatever they call it.

sometimes i listen till my ears peel off the sides of my face. and i know it's never going to end, because it'll never end until they pick themselves up, and they don't want to. they don't admit it, but it's true. they don't want to get up.

sometimes my ears aren't the only things that get hurt when i listen. sometimes a needle goes through my heart when i listen. it's not too uncommon to have people say these to me:

"you won't understand"
"you'll never understand how people like me feel"
"you have no experience"
"you're different"
"you're strong, i'm weak"
"i'm stupid"

look, i've heard them so many times they're like my best friends. i've even got a name for them: P1. don't ask me why i call them P1.

sometimes i don't know whether to be glad to be able to handle my own emotional problems. sometimes it feels like i'm all the weaker because i'm stronger.

but am i stronger?

i tried to tell people how i feel. about certain things, about how i feel about certain phrases up there i've heard over and over again, how i have problems too (which moron don't have la. even the angels had problems. look at lucifer.). but over the years, i've learned to keep them to myself until someone asks.

have you ever tried to tell someone about an emotion you were feeling (anger, sadness, confusion etc), only to have them slam the door in your face? i don't know which is worse - having someone totally oblivious to the fact that you're talking to them, or having someone listen till like halfway of the thing then say, 'i'm sorry, gotta go', or change the topic.

you know how some people are like that? you're talking to them, thinking they're listening, and suddenly they talk about something else completely unrelated to what you were saying. and then they go on and on about that unrelated thing, and even when there's a pause, or they've finished with whatever they were saying, they don't bring up what you were saying. then you start to think that maybe they weren't listening at all.

they probably weren't. but still, dreams won't hurt.

usually, people only ask about whatever emotional problem there is in the world when they're facing it themselves. in such an occasion - i'm telling you beforehand so you won't fall into the same trap - they won't hear a word you say. trust me. or they hear, but they don't listen.

some taboo words to avoid when listening to other people:

"i understand how you feel"
"i've been through it before"
"you can go through it too"

i've given up. i really have. most times i say those words, i get P1. maybe i'm not a good counselor. maybe i should just sit in a corner and mope about how bad a counselor i am, then maybe they'll pity me and start to agree that maybe i've gone through the same thing. depression, they call it. yeah, i'm depressed because i'm not a good counselor. that counts, right?

nowadays i open my mouth to say something, to share an experience, and then close it again, because that minute of carbon dioxide could be used for a more fruitful activity, like on a plant for photosynthesis.

forgive me for being indifferent sometimes. it's not that i don't care. it's just that i've run out of things to say. i don't know what to say to make you feel better. i don't think such words exist.

sometimes i don't understand how Jesus could've lived the way He did. i don't recall anyone asking Him about how He felt or what He was going through. i mean, the guy was living 33 years in anticipation of His death on a splintery cross! did nobody care? it's not like He didn't tell anyone. He said it three times!

and what about when He was praying alone, and blood fell from his forehead because of extreme stress?

His disciples slept!

gah!

if my head was sweating blood, i'd at least expect a friend to get some toilet paper.

anyway.

i don't mean to say everyone's problems are so simply solvable. i know some people are in really deep pain. things have messed up so much it seems impossible to put them together. sometimes it's like you want to find the RESET button and just start over, but you know you can't , and that makes things worse.

i'm extremely grateful for the few who've actually listened to what i say. i'm grateful to death for those who don't ever say "you won't understand" to me.

i don't know what to do anymore. all these things will never be said to anyone face to face. because there is either no occasion to say them, or because there is no chance of anyone listening when there is an occasion.

i think if i weren't so dependent on people in physical and material things cuz i'm so blur and lethargic, i'm not sure i'd know how to receive help anymore.

Brother, let me be your servant

Let me be as Christ to you
Pray that i might have the grace
To let you be my servant too.

we were talking about what we do when we're sad.

i said i blog when i'm sad.

i'm blogging now.

i was deeply hurt by what was said today.

i need to repeat these words again:

Brother, let me be your servant

Let me be as Christ to you
Pray that i might have the grace
To let you be my servant too.

because i probably won't tell you anything if you asked.

but extraordinary things happen sometimes.

'sometimes'.
it's an extraordinary word.
it says "hope" and "don't hope" at the same time.

"you just have to get past the bombastic technical jargons to understand law." -prof johan-

tort = latin: twisted; literally: wrong.

in malaysia, tort is a civil (anything that's not criminal) law that is built on case law rather than statutes (Acts etc).

as such, we study a LOT of cases for tort.


1. definition of 'property' in the tort of conversion of property.

if you get into an accident, and somehow your leg is separated from the rest of your body, is your leg your property? (the way your house, dog, cat are your property)

case

A (we always use letters to represent a person. judges are lazy people.) died. A's parents allowed the doctor to use her brain for dunno what already la. Then the parents wanted the brain back. Unfortunately, the doctor had lost the brain. Somehow (prof nor: "sometimes these cases are not funny, but when you read them, you don't know what to do but laugh."). The parents sued for conversion (conversion = assuming the original owner's right of the property to such an extent that the owner cannot use the thingy anymore) of the brain. First issue was whether the brain was a 'property'. Second issue was whose property the brain was anyway. (i.e. did the brain belong to the parents? the dead girl can't really sue.)


2. duty of care a.k.a. duty to take care and standard of care

how much care is a person supposed to take in order to avoid harming 'his neighbour'? (the fella that will kena if the person doesn't take care)

case

Seorang pakar mendaki gunung membawa serombongan orang memanjat gunung. Dia tak guna tali; pakai tali rafia je, sebab nak jimat. Itu saja persediaannya. Sebelum memanjat gunung, dia berkata, "Pray, all of you. Whatever your faith, just pray."

did the mountain climber fulfill the standard of care he must employ in his duty towards the group? (see, the answer so obvious wan)


3. liability of doctors towards patients in giving advice.

can the doctor be liable if he does not inform the patient of a very minimal risk?

case

The plaintiff patient had a bad eye and needed an operation to cure it. During the operation, the patient caught a strange disease called Sympathetic Ophthalmia - the patient's good eye felt sorry for the bad eye and turned bad as well. To make it worse, the patient's bad eye turned worse. (good thing the sympathetic eye wasn't that sympathetic) The doctor had known of the risk of this happening, but had not told the patient about it because the probability of it happening was 1 in 14000.

can the doctor be held liable? this is one of those subjective thingys you must exercise your own conviction and conscience to answer. plus the judge may disagree with you. oh well.


see? law isn't that difficult to understand.

there are even some very thought-provoking cases. like in the conjoined-baby-twins case, where the court had to decide between allowing the hospital to kill the 'parasite' twin who was using up the other's nutrients, or to just let both of them eventually die. we asked prof nor what happened to the twins, and she answered that she had not continued to follow the case after her first reading of it, but...

it is our deepest hope that they both survived.

we learned of another case, briefly cited as Foo Fio Na, where a 47-year-old woman's claim for negligence on the part of the doctor was finally allowed. She had been injured in an accident, and sought treatment in the hospital. she was operated upon and became partially paralyzed. the doctor told her it was a common result of the operation. after two weeks, she was still paralyzed. one day, she was suddenly wheeled into the operating room and operated upon without her consent or knowledge. when she woke up, she was entirely paralyzed.

we say justice was done. but we forget.

the woman was 24 years old when she first laid claim for negligence.

there was another case elsewhere, which name escapes me. like Foo Fio Na; the girl waited years for her appeal to be allowed. it was almost similiar, except the girl went blind in both eyes.

shall we be proud to be professing the law?

perhaps for the lawyer who took her case, and for the judge who allowed her appeal.

but for those who know the judiciary system, justice is delayed. and i don't know if justice delayed 24 years can still be called justice. how does it feel to win the case but still lose your eyes?


it's things like these that makes the study of law interesting for me.

so...

don't tell me law is boring or i'll poke you in the eye. hah! (i'm not gonna write about how you may sue me for that)

hapuskan israel.

ooo! what's this strange thing i find?

being the patkua that i am, i simply can't resist...:

conclusion

motto:

Fight Violence With Vulgarity.

Everyone Is Happy If Vulgarity Wins.

Support Vulgarity.

Yay.

we ordered mcD.

usually, when the first roomie orders, she says:

hi, my name is chelsea, may i know who i'm speaking to?

usually, when i order, i say:

[listen listen and wait for full-stop on the other end]

chester. my name is chester.

second roomie ordered today, and she said:

hi, this is mcD? my name? liverpool.

[turns to us and covers mouth-piece]

she's laughing la. how?


pengsan... liverpool nie...

chelsea: at least say 'pool' or 'liver' la! why say liverpool?
me? i was laughing too hard to say anything.

still assignmenting

i'm actually starting to feel sorry for the syariah courts. aha.

by the way, assignment title is Kedudukan Islam Di Dalam Perlembagaan.

kinda almost no kedudukan, actually. ^_^"

islamic-assignmenting.

assignmentationing would be too long a word.

anyway, here i am. assignmenting. again. i know i can't complain. i've only had four assignments, and everybody else has had like millions.

i like multi-tasking. i don't like focusing on one thing at one time. not that i can't focus. it's just that i focus too well.

when i'm working (really working. without the multi-tasking. e.g. assignment + msn), i don't:

• o bathe
• o eat
• o talk
• o walk
• o sms
• o pangsai (how can!)
  
• o blink

neh. that last one was a little far-fetched.

i used to work on writing online walkthroughs for Harvest Moon: Back to Nature (this game rocks). in brief, it felt like i was actually doing it for a living. (i wish!) Don't worry, my eyepower didn't skyrocket during that period of time, because I didn't look at the computer while typing. Plus I remembered my science teacher's advice: Look away for one minute every 15 minutes.

anyway.

i'm gonna go be a statue again. at least till 3.50pm. then i'll hop over to TITAS (Tamadun Islam and something-something) and doodle on my time-table.

buhbye.


p/s: random statement - i'm not usually easily provoked. but i don't like people who talk too confidently. then i'm really provoked. for some strange reason. trying to keep the provocated reaction to just a raise of an eyebrow though. working well so far.

english class in uni.

this is how i usually feel when i wake up for a TWO-HOUR english class on a friday MORNING (9am):













except without the excitement





i then walk alone to the faculty next door.









the greenery looks different every time i snap a pic of it. maybe cuz i hold the cameraphone differently each time. like it's senget here. dots.






...and apologize for being 3 minutes late (it's 3 minutes from the college to the faculty, and i usually start at 9am =.=).













somehow opportunities to snap pics are plentiful in english class.





ask any law student about english class, and they'll tell you it's a total waste of time.

well, not any law student. i meant... any law student that isn't in my class.

my class rocks.

firstly, we have a cool teacher: ms cecily joseph. she's like equipped with cool stories for every lesson. plus she's a good teacher. learning is no fun when you're reading through the good textbook on your own while the boring teacher blabbers on, thinking you're still listening. learning is fun when the good teacher takes you through the good textbook and makes it fun.

Textbook Question
At the burger bar, your friend says:
"I left my wallet at home."

What do you do?

(a) buy a burger for him
(b) lend him the money for a burger
(c) give him a bite of your burger

if you have a boring teacher, that question would be boring too.

i don't wake up at 7.45am every friday. i wake up at 9.03am. the moment i enter class, i hear her talking to the students like they're her long-lost friends.

ms. cecily makes me feel like paying attention even if i can't, because she's so nice i'll feel bad if i don't. few teachers can do that. my add math teacher couldn't get me to pay attention if she used toothpicks on me. with ms cecily, stories of how she got held up at the airport for bringing a can of pickles don't bore me at all.

secondly, i have a crazy friend in english class.













meet amreeta kaur dhillon





thirdly, you never know what will happen in ms. cecily's class.


























that's right.

we had a new year's party bash!














she even baked some of it for us! =D





and she knows the needs of the young generation.











ms. cecily's 'sin of the West'

i don't talk very much in english class. mostly because almost everyone else talks so much i don't have to get a word in (our class is one of the liveliest). but also because this is one class i enjoy observing. i don't speak, but i don't spectate. i participate, though it is in silence. who says you need to be heard to participate?

though i know you probably won't even know it...

ms. cecily, this post is for you.

ah beng calls.

guys i rejected used to circulate my number around to their friends, and i would receive all sorts of calls from ah bengs, asking to 'be friends'. a typical ah beng call conversation would go like this:

me: hello? who's this?
ah beng: allo, ken mek frens anot?
me: har??
ah beng: my name is ah beng. you're *** right, from ***?
me: ya.
ah beng: ahhh, i saw you before! ken mek frens anot?
me: how did you get my number?
ah beng: my fren gimme wan la.
me: who's that? who gave you my number?
ah beng: i peromise kenot tell d leh.
me: oh, then i'm sorry. i need to hang up now.

*dial-tone*

but sometimes, some ah bengs are different:

me: who's that? who gave you my number?
ah beng: i peromise kenot tell d leh.
me: oh, then i'm sorry. i need to hang up now.
ah beng: wait ar! before you hang up... i hang up first!

*dial-tone*

-a friend's experience-

lawak giler.

(i wonder what the ah beng would say if he stumbled upon my blog. hah!)

my feet stink.

catchy title! ah haha.

and er catchy picture! -aku kakashi. *sharingan!*-

anyway, they do. the feet, i mean.

ew. forget i wrote that. the one about the feet, not the ew.

alrite, now try to forget it again.

i went for the watchnight service in pjgh today. i mean last night. which extended to today.

ANYWAY.

kinda different from mgc's. i was expecting a powerpoint of what the church did last year, and how much was spent, where the money went to, stuff like that. THEN some sharing, and a sermon.

pjgh skipped the summary part. which was sort of disappointing, but also good, at the same time. disappointing because i went because i thought it would help me understand the church better and catch up on some stuff i'd missed when i wasn't around.

good because i probably would've gotten bored. =P

i did get some meaningful stuff from the watchnight.

As I thought about 2008,
I found that there were two issues that were always on my mind.

Firstly,
Why are people created differently?
Why are some people more perfect than others?

Won't it be great if everyone had a talent?
Why did God create some people more talented than others?

Secondly,
Why does God reveal Himself to different people differently?
I have friends telling me:
"I was just praying, and I heard God speaking to me"

I've never heard God speak.

"I didn't study wan noe, but God blessed me so much. See, I got an A!"

I looked at my results...
and asked God why I wasn't blessed that way.
Why has God never revealed Himself to me?

-yu-shen-

"We are all nobodies. Christ died for us, and made us somebodies."

-yu-shen's friend who saw through his
'superbly expressionless face' to his depression-

Everyone has a story.
Tell yours.

-uncle whose name escaped me-


I meet my friends 7 times every 12 months.
That makes 60% of friendship.
Wife: "No. You must divide 7 by 365 days of the year.
That makes 1.9%! Less than 2%!"
The conclusion is:
There's woman's eyes, and man's eyes.
Also, there's God's eyes.
God sees things as they happen.


On the first day, God created light.
He went on creating plants and animals and streams.
Then He created man on the 6th day.
I read through the story of creation in Genesis, and I think:
"God created man's needs and readied them before He created man."

-same uncle-

It is only when God has dealt with us -
His forgiveness, and our repentance -
that we can move on with our lives and forge ahead.
If not, we will remain paralyzed by our past.


Everything seems to be in a state of flux,
but in an ever-changing world,
there is a still point,
a never-changing Person.


Think of your greatest fear in the year that's just around the corner.
Bring this to God,
Have faith in Him,
Follow Him,
And He will not disappoint.
No one who has followed Him
Will say that he has been short-changed by God.
Anyone who follows Him will be able to say
That God is faithful
And He can be trusted.

-Speaker: Lee Swee Seng-

on the way back to college with jason and desmond, desmond received a new year's call. shortly after, jason received one too. i rested my chin in my hands at desmond's 2nd call, and sighed.

"everyone's getting calls except me."

jason turned around and said, "that was my close friend. that's why he called me."

"my close friend didn't call me aso."

jason smiled, but ignored me. (cis, budak nie)
desmond was still receiving his call. (cis, dewasa nie)

so i came up with my own solution.

"maybe i should call my close friends."


...why didn't i think of that before?

i'm always waiting for people to do something for me. i'm a little spoiled brat.

and i was wondering why i have trouble keeping friends.

tsk.

new year, new me, new friend.

me hopes!

no pic of cheesecake, but this is better! =P

my pinky malas

so i won't be writing with proper punctuation (caps) for some time. aha.

practice has been going on, the youth are getting semangat-ed - i think - and...

i still dance like a frog.

never mind. i've accepted my shortcomings over the years. and dancing is something i've given up on since eons ago. bah-ness. let me take a moment to do some emo stuff.

T_T

ah, done.

i've been re-reading books like little women (yeah, even for book titles also my pinky malas. laziness knows no discrimination.) and 20000 leagues under the sea. books like these, including heidi, are books that don't make me feel like there's a distinction between a lawyer and a writer, or a reader and a writer. on the contrary, i feel like i can be a writer too.

why?

because these writers write from their souls. little women was penned from 35 years of real-life family experience. interesting fact: that's why she was able to finish the book very quickly.

20000 leagues under the sea was written by a guy who got severely beaten by his dad after he tried to stowaway on a ship. from that moment on, he vowed he would travel using his imagination. this same guy invented the submarine long before the idea of such a machine even existed.

heidi is basically a story that makes me want to drive back to my grandma's house and smile at her. you need to read it to know why.

oh ya.

today my aunt (lin's mum) was telling us why she would be leading the singing again for christmas (she leads every year. almost.):

because no one wanted to songlead.
Jesus was crying already.

i laughed, along with my other siblings.

she smiled, and then all she said was, "Yes, He was."

no one volunteered when someone had to die on the cross. even if someone did, no one could.

our camp verse was isaiah 6:8. it reads:

then i heard the voice of the Lord saying:
"whom shall I send? and who shall go for us?"
and i said:
"here am i. send me!"

about 2000 years ago, i was unable to volunteer. mostly because i didn't exist.

but even if i did, i dun think i would have. or could have.

me, the one who loses her temper, procrastinates, lies sometimes, and neglects family and friends.

who would want me to die for them? (i'm not so muka tebal also)

2008. i can volunteer. mostly because i exist.

but also because i will. and can.

dear Jesus, thanks for volunteering when i couldn't and wouldn't.

now, let me have my turn.

hey.

i did write some caps after all.

good 'ol pinky.

oh ya.
church got broken into again.
for the umpteenth time.
pray for the thieves.
they lose more than property.

Ta-da!

design: yen

do come!

psst: it's free.

*croak

people are carefree bubbles of potential waiting to be burst.

then they flow out to everyone else, and everyone is happy.

sidenote:

i dance like a frog.

don't ask.

URGENT: Calling all MGC-ians.

Check your emails for news of the thing we're doing for Christmas. Hush hush, as always.

And as usual, reply my email with an email confirming that you received it.

Thanks, Liverpool!

simply incur extra cost without informing me.

i am in a bad mood.

if i wasn't in such a bad mood, i would blog them to death.

i will create hoo-hah when i get back.

i will splash newspapers with news of their tardiness.

i will go to their office and jeling them.

i will call them up and complain.

i will blog them to death.

i will sharpen a parang.

...

probably only do the calling up and jeling.

but i feel like doing all that anyway.

i feel like calling someone stupid.

There's wifi here. Muahaha. Anyway... Seoks' Tag.

10 Random Stuff

1. Each blogger is to write ten random facts/habits about themselves.
2. Don't forget to leave them comments telling them that they've been tagged.


Musicals - I love musicals. I hated Phantom of the Opera. I felt it was an insult to the industry of musicals. Musicals should be filled with singing and songs but should, at the same time, stay sane and unridiculous. (i mean, come on, how on earth did the guy manage to sing with a rope around his neck?)

Strange Ears - Sometimes I can't hear people very well. On the other hand, I'm ultra-sensitive to other sounds. When I hear a song, it may take a few rounds of listening to the same song before I actually hear the song instead of the technical aspects of the song. I don't just listen to a voice/song/piece of music and say it's not nice. I tell you precisely what's wrong with it.

Critical - I think I'm very critical of people and things (reason explained above). I have trouble ignoring little flaws and seemingly trivial technicalities (i think most Chinese and Japanese songs are boring, unadventurous, excessively similiar, and don't require exceptional talent to execute...). But I must stress that this does not make me a disagreeable person, because I have learned to accept such flaws when they are not fundamental to a situation. However, I believe there is a fine difference between human error and sloppy imperfection.

Cartoons - I think this is my biggest scoring point with kids. I LOVE CARTOONS. Too bad there aren't enough kids around whenever I'm watching a cartoon. All I got is Ken. (ken: hey!)

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) - It used to be a crippling problem for me. Among many other examples, I used to lock and unlock a door at least 4 times to make it a perfect even number, and spend 3 hours typing 5 sentences on the computer in organized point form. Over the years, I have come to terms with this problem, and realized that all it takes is excess tolerance and a highly-intended, purposeful 10-second delay between the first and second attempts to lock a door to bring this OCD under control.

Crazy Over Chocolate Milk and Apple Juice - Or anything close to that. Like Ice Milo. I WANNA DRINK CHOCOLATE MILK AND APPLE JUICE!

Messy - It would be helpful to know why the mind and the body can have such varying degrees of system and order.

Hair - Most people think I got my hair straight for vanity's sake. That's partly true. I believe hair makes a huge difference in the way a person looks. Case in point: Bald Britney v Blonde Britney OR

Long-haired Angelina Jolie v Excessively Short-haired Angelina Jolie.

But what most people don't know is my hair used to be really straight. Then my hormones had to change in Standard 5, and I got a strange head of hair that's frizzy on top and straight underneath. My frizzy hair being an incredible penebat haba, my hands and feet would sweat more than they needed to, and my whole day would be ruined because walking on wet floors did not make me very happy. My frizzy hair was also very difficult to manage. It got to the point where I didn't bother combing my hair and went for 6 months or more without a haircut, because I felt it wouldn't make a difference. People thought I was a confident person, but I say that my self-esteem was very much affected by my hair. I once told my sis I thought I was cursed for having such hair. There are many reasons for my change of hair, as contained above, but I would admit that one of them was that I did want to look nicer. Even with straight hair now, I can't do much with it, because it needs volume (hence, length) so it wouldn't frizz all over again when the new hair grows. (so all you people with naturally straight hair - please do something nice with your hair. it's terribly frustrating to us envious frizzy-haired people when you don't.)

Brain Jam - My brain jams at a certain point of thinking. E.g. middle of a riddle @ math question. Sometimes this applies to problems in the youth or assignments that need solutions. I really have to force myself to think and not be lazy.

Music - I like music. I think I'm well-justified when I say most music today = noise (e.g. most of Rihanna and Akon's songs...) I watched Adrian's ACT II (yeah, still yours. =P); despite the flaws I managed to rake out of the show, I did leave with this thought: I think I really would go out with a guy who asks me out in song. Aha. (remember my critical mind though)

Next list of victims:

Yen
Shaun
Sarah
Mau

I was away.

And I'm back!

And, well, going away again.

Anyway, updates!

Briefly,

1. I went for youth camp - Metamorphosis. Fuh, youths' vocab's obviously increasing. (so proud!)




2. I found a mushroom outside the house that looks like a giant flower.



More?

Uh...

3. I ate a giant roti tisu!



Believe me, it was bigger than it looks. (a bit stingy on the sugar though, bah!)

Oh ya, I went for Adrian's ACT II before the giant roti tisu event. I wouldn't blog about it now, because it would take my entire day to write, and about a half hour of yours to read. We don't want that now, do we? Aha.

Anyway, am so sorry for not keeping in touch with friends who are back from uni. I will definitely make up for it after I get back from er my ancestors' homeland. Then you'll get souvenirs too! Hee.

I'm off!

Guest Appearance: Blog Owner!

Hey, Blog. I haven't scribbled on you in a long time. I have so many things to tell you, so many pictures to show you, so many videos to let you laugh at. Alas, my new Bluetooth Adapter was a farce. I can't upload more than one file at a time. Don't worry, due to my benevolent nature, I will not knock that PC World Sales Executive's (I took his name card) head for it.

I haven't really done my assignments because I'm working on something really special for Christmas. I can't tell you what it is, or it'll spoil all the fun. You know what? To make up for it, I'll tell you all about it, with the videos and stuff, after it's all done.

But I'm afraid the network disruption that causes the wireless network to malfunction in the house is quite taxing. You know that I love blogging on my own computer, don't you? In my own room, too. Sigh... it looks like I won't be able to keep that promise to you in very quick time.

Blog, is it okay if I don't put up that cheesecake picture like I promised? You don't really eat cheesecake anyway, right? I knew you'd understand.

And all the tags I got tagged with? You'll wait, won't you? Ah, you're my best friend. You always understand.

I've got to go now, Blog. Tell everyone I miss them, and that I'm sorry I didn't call, wouldn't you? And tell them I'll be back soon!

Have a joyful Christmas, and don't forget to give something back to our Lord this year. It'll be terrible to exchange gifts with everyone else and forget the birthday man, wouldn't it?

Merry Christmas!