Love your environment
The haze is back. My eyes are watering more often, my gum is swelling and my face is more oily. Is yours experiencing the same thing too? So horrible, isn't it?
I want a room that has a balcony that can fit twenty. No, not really. Thirty, maybe?
Please please I also want to go to Genting with you guys!!! hahaha. Later play Chor Tai Tee all night long.
Here's a riddle for you
Find the Answer
There's a reason for the world
You and I
Dear God,
How la how la HOW LA HOW LA?!!!
*exhales*
ok.
From,
me.
Moving on...
Exhibit B, View 1
Too bad I was too stuffed by now to enjoy this delicious dish.
It was also served with stems of broccoli, some tomato slices and corn kernels.
Exhibit B, View 2
I can't remember what drinks we had, but they were forgettable. Obviously.
The service was not up to par. Why on earth, then, did we pay 10% service tax?
So that the waiters and waitresses could get "Kim Gary Restaurant" weaved on the backs of their uniforms?
To pay for the costly construction of the outlet? (Look at the outside lah, like the Beijing Olympics Bird's Nest Stadium liddat, so don't tell me the construction didn't cost a bomb.)
To sum it up, I might go there for other food but no more sauce-flooded-rice for me, thanks. If I want curry soaked rice, mamak is the place.
Solomon's Line on Pre-Marital Sex by John Thomas
(Whole article available here: Boundless Webzine)
The first time I read the Song of Songs in the Bible I thought, No. Way. I immediately grabbed a friend's Bible to see if his featured the same book. "Dude, have you read this?! This is unbelievable!"
"What? What is it?"
"Clusters, man! They're talking about climbing palm trees and taking hold of clusters! IN THE BIBLE! It's right here!" I was a teen Christian with active hormones and my grandmother's prayers were finally being answered because I suddenly developed an intense hunger for the Word. Hallelujah!
Over time, of course, I realized that the relationship described in Solomon's Song, including those face-blushing palm tree and cluster verses, occurred within a specific context. In the midst of beautiful, poetic language about the stages of a relationship that start with a glance and eventually lead to the honeymoon, the author charges us three times, "Do not arouse or awaken love until it pleases," or, as paraphrased by Eugene Peterson in The Message, "Don't excite love, don't stir it up, until the time is ripe — and you're ready." ...
I ask these young, unmarried singles, does the community — your friends, family,
church — celebrate your private, sexual liaisons? When it appears that a
pregnancy might result, is there rejoicing?
No, of course not.
Why not?
The timing is wrong.
The context is
wrong.
A private affair is being forced out into the public and
is clouded by shame. You've "aroused love before its time." There will
be pain, disappointment and sadness. Compare that to the tone of Solomon's Song.
The couples' sexual life in the Song of Solomon takes place within the context
of a lifelong commitment of marriage, and the community rejoices. It will
produce grandbabies, nieces, nephews, more members of the little platoon of the
family. The couples' sex life is ultimately a social benefit. That, I say to my
young single friends, is a picture of sex in the proper context.
from Vicky's World.
For those of you who still don't get it, sex is good, and it's also holy, but is only for the enjoyment of a husband and a wife.
Any time other than that is unholy and not good.
Sex is more than a symbol of passion-it's a sign of commitment a couple show to each other, an expression of their dedication to one another's lives and to procreate, of course. Haha.
Ohkay, you guys are probably sick that I'm pushing all this to your faces. But believe me when I say the situation which I am placed in now is tough-mentally, physically, spiritually. It just seems bright and sunny because I'm making it seem bright and sunny you nimwit.
Yeah yeah so I shouldn't keep it bottled inside. With all due respect, when I bottle a grudge, I throw the bottle away. When I put away a bad feeling, I burn it as well. Nothing negative will rule in my heart because I don't allow it to. I just wish some people could understand that decision and respect it.
When the ground is parched and cracked, and not suitable for
any plant to grow on, all you want to see is some water. You can have that
water.
Also, sometimes it seems as if no one cares for the person I'm caring for now. I'm sorry I can't offer you any help. I'm not as mature as you'd want any of us to be, and you're still too young to handle this on your own. Sometimes I kick myself because I pray so much for you and still you're not going to church. Faith can grow, yes, but in what environment?
Jesus answered, "You don't know what God wants to give you, and you don't
know who is asking you for a drink. If you did, you would ask me for the water
that gives life."
"Sir," the woman said, "you don't even have a
bucket, and the well is deep. Where are you going to get this life-giving water?
Our ancestor Jacob dug this well for us, and his family and animals got water
from it. Are you greater than Jacob?"
Jesus answered, "Everyone who
drinks this water will get thirsty again. But no one who drinks the water I give
will ever be thirsty again. The water I give is like a flowing fountain that
gives eternal life."John 4:10-14
It's my 300th post.
So there's an assignment, right, about smoking, and I decided, for the fun of it, to Google one sentence of her essay to see if it's plagiarised or not.
Oh my goodness, it was.
Methinks it's time to stop doing group work. i'm always the one doing every single thing, down to bossying them to sign the cover sheet, and the bibliography. Grr. Even had to edit their parts, which seem totally un-editable. Maklumlah, kerja copy dan paste pe...But please, don't pity me. Pity the people who copied and pasted.
On the bright side, that assignment is off my back!
Went to Jon's birthday party yesterday evening. It was fun, and segregation was so present, it was like water and oil. Like, these are from church, those are from school. And those are from 5S1, and these are from the other classes.
It was great to see the people from school again. Even funnier were people shouting "Oi, somebody cry lah!" after several heart-tugging performances.
Happy birthday Jon!
(L-R: Little Miss Bossy [Su Ling], Little Miss Sunshine [Jessica], Little Miss Chatterbox[SamanthaO])
Recently I read a book of my sisters', titled Loving Danny by Hilary Freeman. Sounds like Million Dollar Baby right? (Hilary) Swank and Morgan (Freeman), see? No? Sigh.
I know what you're thinking: pre-teen chick lit.
That, my dear friend, is so true.
Loving Danny is about Naomi, a nineteen year old on her gap year (before going to Uni, after A-Levels) meeting the lead singer of a band (called the Wonderfulls) and their romance grows throughout the whole book.
If you must know, Freeman writes for CosmoGirl! and is married to a rockstar. So you know where she gets her inspiration from.
This novella is set in London, where the English always have dry humor and strange weathers. Not that I'm complaining, the garden-date part was interesting to read. Yes, it ends with rain. How typical.
But not all is as cherry as it seems, because...Danny has a penchant of cutting himself. (Yeah I rolled my eyes too) The storyline is somewhat predictable, but I gave Naomi a little cheer at the end when she made up her mind on what to do with Danny. She smiles 'cos she deserves to.
There's nothing much in this book that is likeable, but it does shine at Yellow bar, where Naomi and Danny get to know one another more. Another plus is the thing that Freeman tries to work with the newer stuff of the people of this age-i.e., making Danny's band a profile on MySpace (which is not mentioned in the book, only through the web URL in the book-www.thewonderfulls.co.uk.)
"Go chee cheong kai lah!"
"Oh, but no Justin!"
"Got. Ciplak,"
Why bloggers are dangerous, according to my sister:
"I am dangerous! With my words! BEWARE!"
Janelle (Beginning of journey): "Luckily my mum bought insurance!"
Janelle (After a near crash): "I lied! I lied! I don't have insurance!"
"One boyfriend is not enough"
"It's hard to be single"
Entertaining and somewhat trendy. Somewhat, because some tees may not appeal to sensitive people.
Anyhoo, I bought this white shirt with Audrey Hepburn (Breakfast at Tiffany's!) on it. Very pop-art.
Then, I wanted to look for the shop that had lots of white compartments in it. Kind of like pasar malam, I told the receptionist. The name of the shop was very vagueto us-Iona and I were sure we came across it through a mirror ala Alice in Wonderland. With the many mirrors at Pyramid I'm not surprised we didn't enter a hyperquardrum dimension!
We finally found it after dragging people through floors and floors of expensive looking shops. Marks and Spencer taught us a thing about marketing-like this nifty survey taker thingy:
And this packet of animal biscuits were soo cute!
Says Rachel (RaShell): "What? That's for animals?"
Ok ok the "pasar malam" shop's name is In Q Box. Sounds like Incubus, no? The concept is from Singapore. Here's a picture from Wee Han's blog of it:
Anyway, after a long-winded discussion on where the heck Happy Village (Taman Gembira haha) was, we all went home.
At Happy Village Restaurant...
We ate. (Baked cheese with mushrooms and chicken ham strips)
We gulped. (Cold carrot milk)
We made lame jokes and giggled over a picture of Wai How.
And....we saw an adorably cute baby covering his face when he saw us! (Dear baby, if you're reading this, i'm sooo sorry for posting this picture without your mom+dad's permission. You were just so kawaii-neh~!)
Thank God for a great day with great people.
(Initially i didn't want to go. Assignments, quizzes, you know the drill, yo. [wow i rap!])
And check this out! AYA (Asian Youth Ambassadors) Choir Project with Malaysian jazz musician Mia Palencia! Jian Quin, we go together caaaannnn?
(The orange birds looks Roxy-ish)
You don't need no friends
get back your faith again
"If everything's ok in life, then something's wrong. Life should be full of 'not ok's."
(You wanna hear a tale? Salvation comes freely. All you gotta do is just believe.)
Maybe this wasn't going to be as fun as I thought. Sitting, doing nothing-not even a hint of music in the air, no pre-rally videos played-nothing. It would have been more fun to walk around and meet the people I have met before, not remembering their names at all.
Of course, any gathering with lots of people only emphasises my really-bad-with-name thing. Honestly, I don't know half the names of the people I met there. It's sad, but hey, at least I remember that you've made an impact in my life!
I sat with people who were no longer in school-and felt like senior citizens, hoho.
Halfway through the video presentation, an adult, rather bald, came to us with pink fliers in his hand. Jehovah Witnesses? Political party? WHADDAHECK MAN. He told us "Hello, we're having a meeting at the other side of the field about the recent petrol hike-"
"EXCUSE ME SIR! We are TEENAGERS! You're not supposed to be here!" after I told him off, I walked quickly to the end, where I saw three guys with usher tags and told them about the politically-driven man in the crowd. Thank God the man left with a smile on his face. God bless you man, these are people trying to find God, and here you are teaching them about politics?
Also had fun screaming. I overheard the person sitting behind us saying: "Have to boil liang teh for her!"
I guess the rally was alright. To me, the highlight was Lifehouse's Everything skit. That was quite worth it, and for a while I forgot about Fusion Fiesta. Everything in the skit was exactly the same as the original skit you can find on YouTube-The black-white shirt, the evils-all very apt.
Though I left it feeling rather empty. Why? Why was the rally so a+b+c=d?
A picture I took got published in the RAGE pullout! All glory to God. (See, taking pictures of your food does pay off. Well, not for me, but for the winner. Still!)
This is the original picture. (Teluk Gong, Father's Day)
"Your worth is not defined by your work, but by your spirit, your heart and your compassion to others."-What Color is Your Parachute? (book)
FINE so I'm being philosophical now. So what? People, it's time to get out from that cocoon you've been living in for so long.
And ask yourself:
"Do you see yourself as part of the problem,
or part of the solution?"
Thank you and good night.
Oh, and I'll try not to post too serious stuff next time. Maybe some camwhoring and clubbing pictures.
Me: (to mum) OK, so how much are you going to sponsor (for the family camera)?
Mum: One thousand.
Sis: Five thousand more to go!