Just felt like blogging about this because i guess i felt like getting it typed out and also because it's a pretty significant thing to me.
I've been in KL for 2 weeks now, and in this 2 weeks attended 2 services,a prayer meeting and 2 cell group meetings at Harvest Generation in Usj 11 and 2 services, 2 prayer meetings, and a campus revo meeting at ACts church , 2nd floor Summit.
Anyways, been in a bit of a dilemma, couldn't seem to quite Decide which church I should go too and stick with . So what did i do? Oh well, u know ,. the Obvious that Christians usually do when in Dilemma about something, Pray and ask God for guidance. So i've was pretty worried about this, and quite impatient to Know which I'd be grounded in. Looking back it was only a couple of weeks of indecision (2 weeks to be exact), but it seemed long enough !!
Today I've got my answer. I know which it will be. Thanks to God for not keeping me on tenterhooks too long.
You know, even after I got it today during service, I still wasn't entirely sure so i did Ask God somemore! "Is this the right decision? is this right?> is this from you God ? " or other such similiar words.And then remembered something I heard from last week's sermon:>> "Faith believes that something good is going to take place but fear dictates that you will make a wrong decision". So I choose to believe this, that this decision is Right and something Good is going to come out of it. =)
Am looking forward to doing this, I think its time I left of Milk and started on Meat. I'm Excited!! Wish me well, I'm DESPERATE for growth and Desperate for change and movement. And there are a few "Personal Miracles" that I'm praying for. =D
Again, I believe and i will keep praying even if it seems its taking a long time for them to come true.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
*screams* is that BLOOD????
I was in the toilet doing my everyday morning business, and i looked down and i saw that "It" was entirely pUrpLish PINk!! no kidding. even the toilet bowl was purplish pink. Just for a second, I was stricken by that irrational fear that everyone has of being stricken by an unusual terminal illness. but then it dawned upon me that i might have eaten abit too much dragon fruit last night.
Priorities List
MOst people go through parts of their life when the 'the going gets tough and the tough gets going'. don't you? if u haven't you probably will. What I've decided to remember to do is to press my Pause button and look at my Life priorities list. i think sometimes along the way one forgets whats supposed to be at the top of that list. Losing focus is losing time, and as everyone knows time is something you can't get back.
This is my new blog
i've been wanting to shut down my old obsolete friendster blog for a really long time to start a new one with blogspot. Unfortunately the internet connection at home has been terrible after switching packages and it made blogging practically impossible. So finally, here's my new blog, and the previous entries before this have all been extracted from my previous friendster blog.
So as most of my friends would know, I live in KL now . Just moved here on sunday leaviNG home in Ipoh empty .
( dad's working in bidor n my mum's in europe for the next couple of weeks.)
So as most of my friends would know, I live in KL now . Just moved here on sunday leaviNG home in Ipoh empty .
( dad's working in bidor n my mum's in europe for the next couple of weeks.)
Terrored by Terror For terroR
In the newspaper today (30th September 2009, an article with the headlines ‘Terrorist cased Jakarta hotels before bombing’ caught my attention. “What now?” I said to my mother, shaking my head.
“Aiyor Terrorist again? These terrorist darn Terrifying lah, nothing better to do is it?”
Just some background info on why Islam Terrorists are Terrorist. They believe that the Jihad (holy war) is a command to all Muslims enforced by the Quran. The focus is to overcome people who do not accept Islam. Islam is a religion of works. Dying in jihad is a great honor, and it is the only way a Muslim is assured of entering Paradise at all. This is why you see Muslims leaving their own nations to fight jihad in other countries. Jihad is the motivation behind almost every act of terrorism done in the name of Islam.
IF this is what happens when a man believes in a God and becomes so piously religious, I think we’d be better of if the whole bunch were hard-core atheist instead.
‘In one of the video, the 2 bombers, Dani Dwi Permana,18, and Nana Ikhwan Maulana, 28,…..etc etc ’
“What?” I exclaim, “This Dani guy was just 18!!”
*Note the ‘was’ used in the sentence. On july 17th, Dani and Nana were behind the twin suicide hotel bombings which killed several people. After such a deliberate attempt at JIHAD obviously these 2 people are dead and gone. To where? I leave that to the reader to conclude.
That poor deluded 18-year old Fool..,.
A lot of words could be used to describe suicide bombers. Decieved, deluded, violent, stupid and Brave are among the chief words that occur to me at the moment. Yes, Brave. That was no typing error. It takes a lot of faith and courage to decide to die for what you believe in Voluntarily. These people literally decided to themselves >>
“Okay I’m going to Die next month because that’s what my religious leaders say I should do and because the Quran says that I should go make a jihad War. Heaven here I come!! ”
Dumb maybe, incredibly INSane AND selfish probably but in way, they deserve to be admired because Despite all that was wrong with them no on can say they weren’t brave or weren’t willing to sacrifice OR that their faith wasn’t strong.
Now on the other hand,
Sutini, ibunda Dani Dwi Permana, tersangka pelaku bom bunuh diri, mengutuk mereka yang telah merekrut anaknya sebagai pelaku bom bunuh diri.
“Sebenarnya yang merekrut anak saya adalah pengecut,” ujarnya sebelum mengantar jenazah anaknya di Instalasi Kamar Jenazah RS Polri, Kramatjati, Jakarta Timur, Rabu siang. (extracted from KapanLagi.com)
Translated
Sutini, Mother of Dani Dwi permanda criticizes those who recruited her son as a suicide bomber. “The truth is they that recruited my son are cowards,” she exclaims & etc etc.
-(My sentiments exactly.)-
Ps : Pray for these people, because I believe that these very suicide bombers might have made very good Christians.
“Aiyor Terrorist again? These terrorist darn Terrifying lah, nothing better to do is it?”
Just some background info on why Islam Terrorists are Terrorist. They believe that the Jihad (holy war) is a command to all Muslims enforced by the Quran. The focus is to overcome people who do not accept Islam. Islam is a religion of works. Dying in jihad is a great honor, and it is the only way a Muslim is assured of entering Paradise at all. This is why you see Muslims leaving their own nations to fight jihad in other countries. Jihad is the motivation behind almost every act of terrorism done in the name of Islam.
IF this is what happens when a man believes in a God and becomes so piously religious, I think we’d be better of if the whole bunch were hard-core atheist instead.
‘In one of the video, the 2 bombers, Dani Dwi Permana,18, and Nana Ikhwan Maulana, 28,…..etc etc ’
“What?” I exclaim, “This Dani guy was just 18!!”
*Note the ‘was’ used in the sentence. On july 17th, Dani and Nana were behind the twin suicide hotel bombings which killed several people. After such a deliberate attempt at JIHAD obviously these 2 people are dead and gone. To where? I leave that to the reader to conclude.
That poor deluded 18-year old Fool..,.
A lot of words could be used to describe suicide bombers. Decieved, deluded, violent, stupid and Brave are among the chief words that occur to me at the moment. Yes, Brave. That was no typing error. It takes a lot of faith and courage to decide to die for what you believe in Voluntarily. These people literally decided to themselves >>
“Okay I’m going to Die next month because that’s what my religious leaders say I should do and because the Quran says that I should go make a jihad War. Heaven here I come!! ”
Dumb maybe, incredibly INSane AND selfish probably but in way, they deserve to be admired because Despite all that was wrong with them no on can say they weren’t brave or weren’t willing to sacrifice OR that their faith wasn’t strong.
Now on the other hand,
Sutini, ibunda Dani Dwi Permana, tersangka pelaku bom bunuh diri, mengutuk mereka yang telah merekrut anaknya sebagai pelaku bom bunuh diri.
“Sebenarnya yang merekrut anak saya adalah pengecut,” ujarnya sebelum mengantar jenazah anaknya di Instalasi Kamar Jenazah RS Polri, Kramatjati, Jakarta Timur, Rabu siang. (extracted from KapanLagi.com)
Translated
Sutini, Mother of Dani Dwi permanda criticizes those who recruited her son as a suicide bomber. “The truth is they that recruited my son are cowards,” she exclaims & etc etc.
-(My sentiments exactly.)-
Ps : Pray for these people, because I believe that these very suicide bombers might have made very good Christians.
could u be a Nice person??
I just HAVE to do this.
I want to get something of my chest.
Today, somebody (lEts name this Person AnONYmous) asked me
“so what are you Doing now?”
And I jokingly answered “I’m being a nice person!”
Anonymous thus answered “No, u can never be a nice person! because we’re all sinful people”.
I was frankly taken aback not to mention Intimidated by this response to what had been an innocent comment and joke on my part. Furthermore, like most jokes, it DID Have a grain of truth in it as I really do Intend and Try to be/become as nice a person as I can be!
I then responded with something like “Yes but Jesus Died on the cROSS for me didn’t he?! And so I’ve been redeemed by his grace!and no longer bear the weight of my sins! ”
Anonymous decided to counter this remark by “Still we are still sinners even after he Died for us and we can’t say that we’re all uplifted and free now”
“ wELL, v r CLEANSED sinners,” I say.
“BUT , we are STILL SINNERS,” Anonymous says.
I End this most Peculiar conversation by saying confidently that “whatever it is I know that because of Jesus I’m saved and that if I died tomorrow I know that I’ll be going to meet Him in Heaven because of His mercy and Grace.”.
Anonymous of course doesn’t argue with that so he nods and this is where the people around us intercede into the conversation with a
“AIYOR u guys!! enough debating lah”
Somehow I’m not happy with this conversation. Till now it just keeps recurring in my mind. Which is why I’m blogging about it , to get it out of my system. I don’t like it at all!!! There;s something wrong about it. I’m pretty sure that whoever is reading this will FEEL that indeed, there is something Not right about this conversation. I can’t quite put into words what that something is? I can’t really do it without putting down this person which is what I’d like to avoid because This “something wrong” is pretty rampant among quite a lot ofChristians and I’m actually referring to this as a General thing about Christians that can be such a turn off.
* I bet Amanda ONG is cringing as she reads the above conversation. *
Mahatma Gandhi said , “iF it weren’t for Christians I’d be a Christian”
I decided to find the applicable definitions for “nice person”
Nice: . 1. Pleasing and agreeable in nature
2. Exhibiting courtesy and politeness
3. of good character and reputation
4. Having a pleasant or attractive appearance
Person :
according to wikipedia, the term person in common usage means an individual human.
(obviously THAT is the context of the word in the term ‘nice person’)
so tell me ., my dear and beloved readers. Christian and Non-christian, bASed on the common definitions above, is it NOT possible to be a NICE PERSON?
*feedback on this entry is Really welcome And would be very much appreciated as i really want to know what other people think. so Do drop me a msg on facebook or an email because i know that its VERY hard to drop a comment in a Friendster blog unless your signed into friendster, * thanks!
I want to get something of my chest.
Today, somebody (lEts name this Person AnONYmous) asked me
“so what are you Doing now?”
And I jokingly answered “I’m being a nice person!”
Anonymous thus answered “No, u can never be a nice person! because we’re all sinful people”.
I was frankly taken aback not to mention Intimidated by this response to what had been an innocent comment and joke on my part. Furthermore, like most jokes, it DID Have a grain of truth in it as I really do Intend and Try to be/become as nice a person as I can be!
I then responded with something like “Yes but Jesus Died on the cROSS for me didn’t he?! And so I’ve been redeemed by his grace!and no longer bear the weight of my sins! ”
Anonymous decided to counter this remark by “Still we are still sinners even after he Died for us and we can’t say that we’re all uplifted and free now”
“ wELL, v r CLEANSED sinners,” I say.
“BUT , we are STILL SINNERS,” Anonymous says.
I End this most Peculiar conversation by saying confidently that “whatever it is I know that because of Jesus I’m saved and that if I died tomorrow I know that I’ll be going to meet Him in Heaven because of His mercy and Grace.”.
Anonymous of course doesn’t argue with that so he nods and this is where the people around us intercede into the conversation with a
“AIYOR u guys!! enough debating lah”
Somehow I’m not happy with this conversation. Till now it just keeps recurring in my mind. Which is why I’m blogging about it , to get it out of my system. I don’t like it at all!!! There;s something wrong about it. I’m pretty sure that whoever is reading this will FEEL that indeed, there is something Not right about this conversation. I can’t quite put into words what that something is? I can’t really do it without putting down this person which is what I’d like to avoid because This “something wrong” is pretty rampant among quite a lot ofChristians and I’m actually referring to this as a General thing about Christians that can be such a turn off.
* I bet Amanda ONG is cringing as she reads the above conversation. *
Mahatma Gandhi said , “iF it weren’t for Christians I’d be a Christian”
I decided to find the applicable definitions for “nice person”
Nice: . 1. Pleasing and agreeable in nature
2. Exhibiting courtesy and politeness
3. of good character and reputation
4. Having a pleasant or attractive appearance
Person :
according to wikipedia, the term person in common usage means an individual human.
(obviously THAT is the context of the word in the term ‘nice person’)
so tell me ., my dear and beloved readers. Christian and Non-christian, bASed on the common definitions above, is it NOT possible to be a NICE PERSON?
*feedback on this entry is Really welcome And would be very much appreciated as i really want to know what other people think. so Do drop me a msg on facebook or an email because i know that its VERY hard to drop a comment in a Friendster blog unless your signed into friendster, * thanks!
abdominal Turmoil
Let me describe the Pain as I’m feeling it right now. It feels like my guts are going to drop out. Ohhh the PAIN!!! -_-
It’s worst than giving birth because when in labour your given anesthetics, And your secure in the knowledge that eventually a baby is going to come out to make it all worth it. The only thing that comes out from Menstrual Pain is Blood.
I Realise that the magnitude of abdominal cramps and other menstrual related Pains are often unappreciated by the more lucky people who Don’t get them or don’t get them badly. The idea is “Ceyh period pain only mar. not fever, not gastric”.
So what’s the big deal?
Ok it’s a BIG DEAL. Hurts super bad. This is not a scheme to get sympathy. Heard the phrase “Gut Wrenching”??
This is Exactly what gut wrenching must feel like.
And it’s not just confined to the stomach area, other areas affected as well which I’m not going to elaborate on. ..
And I’ve come to a stage of discomfort that I’ve lost my appetite for lunch and I can’t even have a nap because of the pangs in my stomach.
Yes I know it’s not cancer, it’s not gastric. But the fact is,it can be Crippling. So have a little empathy here can?
It’s worst than giving birth because when in labour your given anesthetics, And your secure in the knowledge that eventually a baby is going to come out to make it all worth it. The only thing that comes out from Menstrual Pain is Blood.
I Realise that the magnitude of abdominal cramps and other menstrual related Pains are often unappreciated by the more lucky people who Don’t get them or don’t get them badly. The idea is “Ceyh period pain only mar. not fever, not gastric”.
So what’s the big deal?
Ok it’s a BIG DEAL. Hurts super bad. This is not a scheme to get sympathy. Heard the phrase “Gut Wrenching”??
This is Exactly what gut wrenching must feel like.
And it’s not just confined to the stomach area, other areas affected as well which I’m not going to elaborate on. ..
And I’ve come to a stage of discomfort that I’ve lost my appetite for lunch and I can’t even have a nap because of the pangs in my stomach.
Yes I know it’s not cancer, it’s not gastric. But the fact is,it can be Crippling. So have a little empathy here can?
"All dogs go to heaven"
Applause to Mr. Spiritual Leader Nikky, who achieved unexpected enlightenment lately together with the knowledge that he and his “gang” are the only ones privi to the luxury of heaven after death.
“The Islam preached by P*S is different from the Islam practised by U*no members as the latter will not get Muslims anywhere and definitely not to heaven.
“Based on this, I believe the people of ********* Pasir will vote for the P*S candidate Ms. Man to represent them,” he told reporters after accompanying the opposition candidate to the nomination centre on Monday.
I give this dude an A for effort. Talk about creative politics. This is creativity at its most creative. However, I don’t think this was a smart move. I mean.. COME ON…-_-!
(title of post taken from movie of the same name. no pun intended.)
“The Islam preached by P*S is different from the Islam practised by U*no members as the latter will not get Muslims anywhere and definitely not to heaven.
“Based on this, I believe the people of ********* Pasir will vote for the P*S candidate Ms. Man to represent them,” he told reporters after accompanying the opposition candidate to the nomination centre on Monday.
I give this dude an A for effort. Talk about creative politics. This is creativity at its most creative. However, I don’t think this was a smart move. I mean.. COME ON…-_-!
(title of post taken from movie of the same name. no pun intended.)
DaiLy earnings
As I was heading back to my car after tahPaU-ing my usual Sunday breakfast of “PAN Mee” from the coffeeshop beside my neighborhood market, I noticed an oldish man of around 70 at his stall, preparing chee cheong fan for a horde of hungry would-be customers. What brought this particular vendor to my attention was not the large slab of marble used to cook the smooth, slithery noodles but that he was smiling happily to himself whilst going about his work…
I thought then, “He must make fantastic CCF (chee cheong fun)!”
I think I’ll give his noodles a try next week. =)
This simple satisfaction and joy in doing what one does every day for a living isn’t easy to come by. In this sense, the skinny, old Uncle Chee Cheong Fun vendor in my neighborhood coffeeshop is better off than many a tired businessman and weary politician.
I thought then, “He must make fantastic CCF (chee cheong fun)!”
I think I’ll give his noodles a try next week. =)
This simple satisfaction and joy in doing what one does every day for a living isn’t easy to come by. In this sense, the skinny, old Uncle Chee Cheong Fun vendor in my neighborhood coffeeshop is better off than many a tired businessman and weary politician.
Walled in Talk
i know this guy who has this ability to turn a simple conversation into something like a Counter Strike game. An exaggeration? If so, a fairly acceptable one.
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
Walled in Talk
i know this guy who has this ability to turn a simple conversation into something like a Counter Strike game. An exaggeration? If so, a fairly acceptable one.
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
Talking to him is more often that not, full of harrowing moments, twisted tongue stuttering moments, and moments of total speechlessness and Like a game of Counterstrike or Call of Duty, its exciting, fun, and it occationally drives one less adept at speech up a wall.
One on one conversation can be as perilous as walking on sharp rocks in a middle of an ocean thanks to this “wall of talk” characteristic in him .
sTunted apples and salted porK
Growth and change is necessary with time isn’t it? A stunted apple can only be a shadow of a full, ripe apple while a piece of dried, salted pork will never attain the glory of being fly-infested and eventually decaying and rotting away into dust.
I foresee some of my readers making certain derisive sounds both mentally and verbally.
“An Apple? A piece of meat? Can she really not come up with better examples?”
To be perfectly honest with you, i probably can’t. See AS FAR as I’m concerned ,
(which isn’t actually that far)
the whole point in writing is to be able to convey a certain message of what I’M thinking, what I want to convey and what I want to say. (Note how it’s all about I. =p)
Hence, it is perfectly acceptable for Me to use these slightly unconventional examples/metaphors as long as whoever who reads this understands MY point.
DO YOU GET WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE??!!!!
I foresee some of my readers making certain derisive sounds both mentally and verbally.
“An Apple? A piece of meat? Can she really not come up with better examples?”
To be perfectly honest with you, i probably can’t. See AS FAR as I’m concerned ,
(which isn’t actually that far)
the whole point in writing is to be able to convey a certain message of what I’M thinking, what I want to convey and what I want to say. (Note how it’s all about I. =p)
Hence, it is perfectly acceptable for Me to use these slightly unconventional examples/metaphors as long as whoever who reads this understands MY point.
DO YOU GET WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY HERE??!!!!
my lil obsolete blog
As I browsed through my blog I realized that I was inspired to fight my increasingly slow and cumbersome internet connection, friendster’s refusal to allow me to post anything up unless I sign into my long abandoned friendster account, my lack of faith in my writing skills, and my opinion that next to nobody is going to read these postings in my very well hidden and top secret black and white blog. Inspired by what? Take a look at the last 3 most recent posts… =/
on a lighter note,
The reason why i’m still using this obsolete friendster blog despite the fact that all my other happening friends are using mainly using blogspot is not that I’m trying to make it hard for you avid blog readers
It IS BECAUSE..
Yeah I’m basically making it hard for avid blog readers. Hah! =P
. Wakakaka. Its BRILLIANT
Put ur blog in friendster N NOBODY will wonder into your blog except people who are really really into you and your prattling. (and maybe some random ppl who are bored and still using friendster)
Now if I were to privatize my blog eg : make it unaccessible to the masses, I would probably be able to write a lot more PRIVATE things. Hence create my very own digital diary. However, the blog would lose its purpose as a means of showing of my ideas, my opinions, my happy moments and my unhappy moments and as a way for me to interact with people out there who for whatever reason are actually interested in what I say/write.
Furthermore as all my friends should know by now, This band 6 student Doesn’t like writing at all. But I still dream of a day where i’ll suddenly discover this hidden talent in writing in Me and become the first Malaysian girl to win a Pulitzer prize. *giggles*
Therefore, it is imperative that I learn to express myself via these wordy compositions, and hopefully one fine day I’ll find out that I DO Like writing after all.
on a lighter note,
The reason why i’m still using this obsolete friendster blog despite the fact that all my other happening friends are using mainly using blogspot is not that I’m trying to make it hard for you avid blog readers
It IS BECAUSE..
Yeah I’m basically making it hard for avid blog readers. Hah! =P
. Wakakaka. Its BRILLIANT
Put ur blog in friendster N NOBODY will wonder into your blog except people who are really really into you and your prattling. (and maybe some random ppl who are bored and still using friendster)
Now if I were to privatize my blog eg : make it unaccessible to the masses, I would probably be able to write a lot more PRIVATE things. Hence create my very own digital diary. However, the blog would lose its purpose as a means of showing of my ideas, my opinions, my happy moments and my unhappy moments and as a way for me to interact with people out there who for whatever reason are actually interested in what I say/write.
Furthermore as all my friends should know by now, This band 6 student Doesn’t like writing at all. But I still dream of a day where i’ll suddenly discover this hidden talent in writing in Me and become the first Malaysian girl to win a Pulitzer prize. *giggles*
Therefore, it is imperative that I learn to express myself via these wordy compositions, and hopefully one fine day I’ll find out that I DO Like writing after all.
kl-residents-beware-(U.O.)-unidentified-organism-detected
Would u believe it? a monster sighting!. I was pleasantly intrigued when i saw the headlines in The Star Newspaper yesterday. (On the Front page mind you).
according to the papers There has been various reports by KL residents of sightings of a twelve foot monster in town recently . this Big guy is apparently one of them big friendly giants with the usual monster like average monster-like features such as multiple heads and larger than life size.
now IF i was a monster, what would i Do?? i’d consider it my duty to scare mean people daily on the pretext of promoting my cause.
to SCARE to all corrupted politicky ridiculously idealistic obsolete hypocritic individuals.
(oops im OFF TOPic)
back to my original story.
scientifically speaking, a monster is an organism that is grossly against the norms of an ecosystem. Now IF the monster sighted in KL was really a True monster, its only reasonable there to be OTHERS isn’t it?, or how else would it have come into existence in the first place>?
i don’t think even monsters can just spring out of thin air into existence.
hence, i guess i can make a conclusion that there’s more than one of these interesting beingss in malaysia. in fact, maybe there’s a whole TRIBE of them dwelling in some forgotten deserted place in kl.
now if i only knew where…
here’s an interesting extract on the “Goddess of Envy” according to pagan roman beliefs.
in a filthy slimy shack where Invidia (Envy) dwelt deep in a dreary dale, a gruesome sunless hovel, filled with frost, heart-numbing frost, its stagnant air unstirred by any breeze, for ever lacking warmth of cheerful fire, for ever wrapped in gloom. . Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom’s green with bile, and venom coats her tongue.
now THAT’S “a green Eyed MOnster” *pun intended*
hehe. only there’s no mention of green eyes here. just the green boobs. i mean green bile. =)
according to the papers There has been various reports by KL residents of sightings of a twelve foot monster in town recently . this Big guy is apparently one of them big friendly giants with the usual monster like average monster-like features such as multiple heads and larger than life size.
now IF i was a monster, what would i Do?? i’d consider it my duty to scare mean people daily on the pretext of promoting my cause.
to SCARE to all corrupted politicky ridiculously idealistic obsolete hypocritic individuals.
(oops im OFF TOPic)
back to my original story.
scientifically speaking, a monster is an organism that is grossly against the norms of an ecosystem. Now IF the monster sighted in KL was really a True monster, its only reasonable there to be OTHERS isn’t it?, or how else would it have come into existence in the first place>?
i don’t think even monsters can just spring out of thin air into existence.
hence, i guess i can make a conclusion that there’s more than one of these interesting beingss in malaysia. in fact, maybe there’s a whole TRIBE of them dwelling in some forgotten deserted place in kl.
now if i only knew where…
here’s an interesting extract on the “Goddess of Envy” according to pagan roman beliefs.
in a filthy slimy shack where Invidia (Envy) dwelt deep in a dreary dale, a gruesome sunless hovel, filled with frost, heart-numbing frost, its stagnant air unstirred by any breeze, for ever lacking warmth of cheerful fire, for ever wrapped in gloom. . Her cheeks are sallow, her whole body shrunk, her eyes askew and squinting; black decay befouls her teeth, her bosom’s green with bile, and venom coats her tongue.
now THAT’S “a green Eyed MOnster” *pun intended*
hehe. only there’s no mention of green eyes here. just the green boobs. i mean green bile. =)
Sudden death
IT IS THE Sad story of the year. Right up there with Michael jacksOn’s untimely death, THIS death is As untimely and As unexpected and bizarre. No scratch that, it’s MORE bizarre. At least MJ wasn’t 22 years old and He didn’t call his parents for help as he was dying. And let’s face it, Mj was pretty old anyway. He would have passed on sooner or later. Yes I know that That rule applies to everyone but the Point is, This guy, Keat Lee son of DATUk I forgot his name died in a FREAK accident and the freakish thing is it could have happened to anyone of us. (eerie music plays softly)
The thing that struck me was that the poor guy was on the balcony for pretty long judging from his frantic shouts for help. Couldn’t somebody have done something? There must have been something someone could do for him. This are My of the head random ideas.
1. throwing a rope down from an above balcony./ side balcony
2. Throwing a rope made of clothes /bedsheets/blankets/ ANYTHING (if no rope at hand)
3. Throwing Lots of wet bed sheets and wet Things over.
4. rush around to alert all the other residents and gather all mattresses available to get him to jump down.
6. throw him a magic carpet (hah very very unrealistic)
That’s it. That’s all I can think of besides the usual things like alerting the BOMBA.
Instead , all these people who knew he was in trouble basically did nothing but let a guy roast to his death. I know I know, how would I know, I wasn’t there. I wasn’t In the situation. But that isn’t going to stop me from commenting my heart out! . so there!
Applause to Ms Venus hew for her incredibly acute journalist instincts that drove her to record the v“unnoticeable’ smoke spewing out from the 32nd th floor of the mont kiara building. Thanks to her , anyone with an internet connection at hand can watch the ‘oh my goodness’ video of the fire on www.thestar.online.tv.may i comment that she is probably an ideal journalist with the proper amount of callousness and unfeelingness required in That industry,?
Now I was thinking (yes I WAS THINKING) Deeply. It didn’t require much time for me to decide that on the whole, I’d rather not die as a slowly smoked, roasted fillet ofJian Ai over medium fire. In comparison, option B sounds better ..which would be. *Die quickly with broken bones broken everything *
And literally, this would be… a broken man/ women.
After watching the video, it looked to me that the apartment units at mont kiara have balconies situated rather close to one another. It LOOks possible from MY Point of view for him to maneuver his way and scramble into safety in either of the nearby balconies. Perhaps he was deterred by the overwhelmingly far Land of Below.Still , Like I said, at that point, anything would probably have seemed a better option than remaining there at that balcony. ..
The moral of this sad story is never take too many anti-depressants and sleeping pills. Oopss. Wrong moral.
The moral of THIS story is, life is fragile n How and when we die is really so out of our control. Therefore we need to live for the moment. n ALSO.
Never live in a high rise apartment building without keeping a long rope just in case u ever need to escape from the balcony.
The thing that struck me was that the poor guy was on the balcony for pretty long judging from his frantic shouts for help. Couldn’t somebody have done something? There must have been something someone could do for him. This are My of the head random ideas.
1. throwing a rope down from an above balcony./ side balcony
2. Throwing a rope made of clothes /bedsheets/blankets/ ANYTHING (if no rope at hand)
3. Throwing Lots of wet bed sheets and wet Things over.
4. rush around to alert all the other residents and gather all mattresses available to get him to jump down.
6. throw him a magic carpet (hah very very unrealistic)
That’s it. That’s all I can think of besides the usual things like alerting the BOMBA.
Instead , all these people who knew he was in trouble basically did nothing but let a guy roast to his death. I know I know, how would I know, I wasn’t there. I wasn’t In the situation. But that isn’t going to stop me from commenting my heart out! . so there!
Applause to Ms Venus hew for her incredibly acute journalist instincts that drove her to record the v“unnoticeable’ smoke spewing out from the 32nd th floor of the mont kiara building. Thanks to her , anyone with an internet connection at hand can watch the ‘oh my goodness’ video of the fire on www.thestar.online.tv.may i comment that she is probably an ideal journalist with the proper amount of callousness and unfeelingness required in That industry,?
Now I was thinking (yes I WAS THINKING) Deeply. It didn’t require much time for me to decide that on the whole, I’d rather not die as a slowly smoked, roasted fillet ofJian Ai over medium fire. In comparison, option B sounds better ..which would be. *Die quickly with broken bones broken everything *
And literally, this would be… a broken man/ women.
After watching the video, it looked to me that the apartment units at mont kiara have balconies situated rather close to one another. It LOOks possible from MY Point of view for him to maneuver his way and scramble into safety in either of the nearby balconies. Perhaps he was deterred by the overwhelmingly far Land of Below.Still , Like I said, at that point, anything would probably have seemed a better option than remaining there at that balcony. ..
The moral of this sad story is never take too many anti-depressants and sleeping pills. Oopss. Wrong moral.
The moral of THIS story is, life is fragile n How and when we die is really so out of our control. Therefore we need to live for the moment. n ALSO.
Never live in a high rise apartment building without keeping a long rope just in case u ever need to escape from the balcony.
In memory of Tevindiran a/l Subramaniam (written july30 2009)
Today, two out of the ordinary things took place in school. the first was a large circle of people in the tennis court heads bowed,praying, holding hands, seemingly oblivious to the time or the fact that the school assembly had already started and ended. The second, a very large group of students comprising of mostly prefects and various student leaders, leaving the school in droves in broad daylight despite not having permission to do so.
The sudden berevement of Tevindiran Subramaniam left his friends and schoolmates devastated at their lost.
” How could he be dead?” we thought,
” He who was so alive.” “Are you Sure??”
Nobody wanted to believe it. After all, it Didn’t make sense? These things don’t happen to us.! We only read about them in the papers.!!
It took some time for the realization to sink in. The realization that a great guy had just been involved in a bus accident and had battled it out in the hospital and died. The full impact of the news hit us right in our chests and in our stomachs. That dull achy feeling, the sense of lost and disbelief , the thought that we’d never see or hear him again.
You know that song? “never too late” by three days grace?
sad to say, This time, it Was too late. Too late to say goodbye and to tell him how much he was loved, appreciated and liked. How awesome it was that his smile was practically permanently on his face and how his antics and his ability to make fun spiced up our days.
At this point, the only thing that we can do for him is to keep his soul and his family in prayer. It’s the best and only thing we can do. So If You believe that God answers prayers, please pray for him and his family right now. I really wish i knew that he really Is in a better place..
Let us not ever take life for granted. Never take the people around us for granted. Don’t ever go to bed angry at someone. YOu might not see them again tomorrow. Don’t forget to say “i love you” to the people you care about. Embrace , make merry and be fulfilled.
There are a thousand lessons to be learned from death . Tevindiran’s passing has indeed helped to teach us some of those lessons. I believe that alot of us will never be quite the same as we were before yesterday.
Let us live on , more loving and more appreciative,irrevocably affected by him. In this aspect, it is not too late. It is , in tHIS way that we can truly “keep him living on in our hearts”.
Tevindiran will be truly missed. No one can replace Anyone’s place in this world.
to all my friends, every single one of them : i truly truly appreciate your presence in my life. thank you so much for everything
ps: the Last time i saw Tevin was during the weekend at School during our prefect’s Ltc. He was teaching me how to pole dance with a volleyball net pole in the assembly ground. .
The sudden berevement of Tevindiran Subramaniam left his friends and schoolmates devastated at their lost.
” How could he be dead?” we thought,
” He who was so alive.” “Are you Sure??”
Nobody wanted to believe it. After all, it Didn’t make sense? These things don’t happen to us.! We only read about them in the papers.!!
It took some time for the realization to sink in. The realization that a great guy had just been involved in a bus accident and had battled it out in the hospital and died. The full impact of the news hit us right in our chests and in our stomachs. That dull achy feeling, the sense of lost and disbelief , the thought that we’d never see or hear him again.
You know that song? “never too late” by three days grace?
sad to say, This time, it Was too late. Too late to say goodbye and to tell him how much he was loved, appreciated and liked. How awesome it was that his smile was practically permanently on his face and how his antics and his ability to make fun spiced up our days.
At this point, the only thing that we can do for him is to keep his soul and his family in prayer. It’s the best and only thing we can do. So If You believe that God answers prayers, please pray for him and his family right now. I really wish i knew that he really Is in a better place..
Let us not ever take life for granted. Never take the people around us for granted. Don’t ever go to bed angry at someone. YOu might not see them again tomorrow. Don’t forget to say “i love you” to the people you care about. Embrace , make merry and be fulfilled.
There are a thousand lessons to be learned from death . Tevindiran’s passing has indeed helped to teach us some of those lessons. I believe that alot of us will never be quite the same as we were before yesterday.
Let us live on , more loving and more appreciative,irrevocably affected by him. In this aspect, it is not too late. It is , in tHIS way that we can truly “keep him living on in our hearts”.
Tevindiran will be truly missed. No one can replace Anyone’s place in this world.
to all my friends, every single one of them : i truly truly appreciate your presence in my life. thank you so much for everything
ps: the Last time i saw Tevin was during the weekend at School during our prefect’s Ltc. He was teaching me how to pole dance with a volleyball net pole in the assembly ground. .
hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the scientific name for a phobia of long words. I feel no fear in the occationally occuring long word and am therefore safe in the knowledge that whatever other fears i might have, an irrational fear of long words is not one them. HOwever i Am Adverse to strings of Long complicated woRds jumbled up in Long dramatic complicated sentences. Thought provoking articles are all very well but compositions of Such length and incomprehensible depth are just too much for My understanding. i wonder If there is a phobia for that? i must GOogle it and see. A phobia of “Long COmplicated jumbled up Sentences”
For research purposes, i came across various blogs with numerous deep, insightful, mind boggling texts. It is possible that i am dense and shallow because judging from the number of equally mind boggling comments left by certain enthusiastic readers, there Are people who understand these compositions or at least managed to Read the whole painful length through and Apparently understood. Some of the blogs i visited had entries that were incredibly abstract , requiring much thought and speculation to determine “whAt on EARTH is this about??”. These deep dark intEnse thoughts and questions of life are beyond my 18 year old comprehension. Thus, To me, These writers just come across as less than skillfull novelists blowing the most random situations, thoughts and emotions into dramatic messy plots with the Appearance of Intrigue and some deeper phillosophic meaning that no amount of Me provoking my Boggled mind will enable full understanding on my side. Again this could be just a testimony of my simple shallowness and lack of Phillosophic tendencies.
i wouLD like to add a little something here.>
“What happens when you pull the caterpillar’s head while it’s body is moving slow? itS Dead.. thus nothing is left”
(Source: xxxxxxx)
Before you people get all excited and take the caterpillar’s Head part literally Like i Did , it actually has some other deeper Meaning. When and If i find out what it is i’ll elaborate on that, in the meantime anyone with any mind boggling comments on this post or on the Dead Caterpillar should not refrain from approaching me verbally or otherwise. i am in truth curious to find out the meaning of “pulling the caterPillar’s head” and will therefore gladly listen to any speculations, mind boggling or not.
For research purposes, i came across various blogs with numerous deep, insightful, mind boggling texts. It is possible that i am dense and shallow because judging from the number of equally mind boggling comments left by certain enthusiastic readers, there Are people who understand these compositions or at least managed to Read the whole painful length through and Apparently understood. Some of the blogs i visited had entries that were incredibly abstract , requiring much thought and speculation to determine “whAt on EARTH is this about??”. These deep dark intEnse thoughts and questions of life are beyond my 18 year old comprehension. Thus, To me, These writers just come across as less than skillfull novelists blowing the most random situations, thoughts and emotions into dramatic messy plots with the Appearance of Intrigue and some deeper phillosophic meaning that no amount of Me provoking my Boggled mind will enable full understanding on my side. Again this could be just a testimony of my simple shallowness and lack of Phillosophic tendencies.
i wouLD like to add a little something here.>
“What happens when you pull the caterpillar’s head while it’s body is moving slow? itS Dead.. thus nothing is left”
(Source: xxxxxxx)
Before you people get all excited and take the caterpillar’s Head part literally Like i Did , it actually has some other deeper Meaning. When and If i find out what it is i’ll elaborate on that, in the meantime anyone with any mind boggling comments on this post or on the Dead Caterpillar should not refrain from approaching me verbally or otherwise. i am in truth curious to find out the meaning of “pulling the caterPillar’s head” and will therefore gladly listen to any speculations, mind boggling or not.
(2008)
i choose to beLieve God. Yes i do. i believe in his entire Goodness n greatness. no matter how Christians might act. because the church is basically a house of redeemed sinners. the only difference is that we have the greatest reason to be better. i entrust my Life to Him. i know… i kNow he has my back covered. i have no cause to worry because He will provide. aL i have to do.. is to Listen to him.
there is such relief.. to know that There is God who has planned everything for me. who wants to bLess me. a God who knows me entirely and loves me anyway. i don’t have to WOrry!
and its not about.. being “hoLY: being “PErfect” .. scoLding other ppL for not being “good enough”. its about.. accepting our fellow Christians with aLL their shortcomings. yes i agree.. . wat she did was not a very nice thing to do.. but its nothing to do with God.
n i think… when we cry.. i think he cries along with us. cuz isn’t that what true friends do? they don’t just comfort u.. they don’t just throw a bible at u and tell u> “hey Read for Peace of Mind”. they cry along with you. they empthatise and try to make things better. God is like that.. he’s my BFF . its no Christian Crap. its God being the only thing that works in this crappy worLd.
pLease.. don’t categorise Me and other Christians in the “Holy type” category. sure.. i’L admit to being suCh a category’s existance but the majority of us are juz Nice sort of people. ppL who make mistakes but continue trying to be better for God. i am a ReguLar examPLe.
Hate me. Love me.. but don’t JUdge Me for beLieving. because I wouldn’t judge anybody who didn't
there is such relief.. to know that There is God who has planned everything for me. who wants to bLess me. a God who knows me entirely and loves me anyway. i don’t have to WOrry!
and its not about.. being “hoLY: being “PErfect” .. scoLding other ppL for not being “good enough”. its about.. accepting our fellow Christians with aLL their shortcomings. yes i agree.. . wat she did was not a very nice thing to do.. but its nothing to do with God.
n i think… when we cry.. i think he cries along with us. cuz isn’t that what true friends do? they don’t just comfort u.. they don’t just throw a bible at u and tell u> “hey Read for Peace of Mind”. they cry along with you. they empthatise and try to make things better. God is like that.. he’s my BFF . its no Christian Crap. its God being the only thing that works in this crappy worLd.
pLease.. don’t categorise Me and other Christians in the “Holy type” category. sure.. i’L admit to being suCh a category’s existance but the majority of us are juz Nice sort of people. ppL who make mistakes but continue trying to be better for God. i am a ReguLar examPLe.
Hate me. Love me.. but don’t JUdge Me for beLieving. because I wouldn’t judge anybody who didn't
the writers block.
i rEgret to say that i am NoT particuLarLy Good at wRiting. In FACT , i hardLy enjoy it. to be fraNk i am beginning to DetesT wRiting EssaYs. WRiting the inTroduction is tedioUs enough, and THEN, . its been taKing me AgeS. AGES to come up with satisfactory inTroductions for the various esSay questions given in schooL. AnD mInd u, THATS just the iNTroduction. hoW on eaRth am i going to write 35o woRds whEn the inTroduction is aLREady KILLINg me? *shudderS* . the woRst case scenariO is LIKE THIs.
The Writer’S BLOCKED
i sTare at the papEr. at the back of my mind are aLL sorts of haLF FOrmed oPinions. i continue stAring. i write a senTence. i RewRite the sentencE. i staRe. i THink. i PONDER. my hanD moves. i wRite aNOther sentence. But NO! soMething’s not quite Right., i don’T LIKe the way the senTence Looks. it doEsn’t LOOK RIGHT. it isn’t NICE. i chaNge a word here and thEre. i reconStruct the sentence. My brain acHes from trying to figure out the bEst way to eXPREss it.
*The enD
The Writer’S BLOCKED
i sTare at the papEr. at the back of my mind are aLL sorts of haLF FOrmed oPinions. i continue stAring. i write a senTence. i RewRite the sentencE. i staRe. i THink. i PONDER. my hanD moves. i wRite aNOther sentence. But NO! soMething’s not quite Right., i don’T LIKe the way the senTence Looks. it doEsn’t LOOK RIGHT. it isn’t NICE. i chaNge a word here and thEre. i reconStruct the sentence. My brain acHes from trying to figure out the bEst way to eXPREss it.
*The enD
(AUgust 2008)
i resoLved .. aftEr i startEd ReVisiting my bLog this year , to refRain from induLging in any fooLisH anEctidotes of my personaL Life.bEcause, As a friend of mine commented, there isN;t actually any point of writing and recording dOwn minute detaiLs of onEs Life in interNet.
i resOLve aLso to do somEthing with my haiR. because everyone sayZ its mESSy. apparentLy coMbing it doesn’t heLp.
i resoLve NOt to be decieved by appearances or by any uNfavourabLe first iMpressions. becausE it has been proVen to me that eVERyone is actuaLLy capabLe of being amiaBLe or pROvoking under differeNt circumstances and that thE meaNest Looking, sTrictEst countenanCe can brighten up wonderfuLLy with a smiLe.
whAt i think needs to be understood Is thAT everyoNe is Different. we aLL have different iDeas. DifferenT feeLings. Different ways of interacting. MisunderstaNdings are boUNd to occUr. Look, v aLL hav our pLus n MinuSes. no ONe has the rigHt to juDge anyONe.
i resOLve aLso to do somEthing with my haiR. because everyone sayZ its mESSy. apparentLy coMbing it doesn’t heLp.
i resoLve NOt to be decieved by appearances or by any uNfavourabLe first iMpressions. becausE it has been proVen to me that eVERyone is actuaLLy capabLe of being amiaBLe or pROvoking under differeNt circumstances and that thE meaNest Looking, sTrictEst countenanCe can brighten up wonderfuLLy with a smiLe.
whAt i think needs to be understood Is thAT everyoNe is Different. we aLL have different iDeas. DifferenT feeLings. Different ways of interacting. MisunderstaNdings are boUNd to occUr. Look, v aLL hav our pLus n MinuSes. no ONe has the rigHt to juDge anyONe.
is academic excellence a guarantee to success? (july 2008)
iS academic exceLLence ACTuaLLy abLe to guarantee a successfuL Life? Lets foCUs on the word "guarantee" here. yES, academic excellence probably doEs pLay a vitaL roLe in Ensuring a successfuL Life. hoWever the question here is, Does it GUarantee it? soMe time back, a boy managed, through his ExceLLent academic prowess to graduate into a reknowned university at the young age of 12 . THis boy’s Life ended in suicide. i think we can safeLy concLude that His Life was nOT particuLarly a success story. Therefore, although academic excellence provides a good foundation for a successful life, it does not guarantee it. There are No guaranteEs.
Dead another day (july 2008)
i Was browsing the obituary sEction of the paperS>….and i came across thiS obituary of a particuLar dear DepArted daUghter … n her innumerabLe gooD quaLities. and SomethiNg about her deatH creatIng a dEpthLess Void…and thEn i woNdered wat MY obiTuary would be Like if i weRe to diE tomorroW.
THAt hole in the road (july 200)
a hoLe in a roAd is a dangErous thiNg. itS danGerouS beCause oBviousLy> some uNLucky SouL might trip n faLL into it in a momEnt of kLutZ-inEss. the afoResaid individual might Even diSsapear into d particuLar hoLe if the hoLe was biG enough and the inDividuaL SmaL enough. thIs ANeCtidote is jUst another that refers to the the uNprEDICtabiLity of Life. eVeryONE is suSCeptibLe to various evEnts so totaLLy unExpected and so totaLLy out of the bLue and the oNly simiLiarity between thEse evenTs are that they aRe altogether inconceivabLe tiL they DO occUr.
my Fat shirt (nov 28) 2007
i havE This SHiRt> its one of my favouRite shiRts.. its not Expecially cooL> or Expensive> or anYthing out of the ordinary> itz juz wat it is. a bLack tEe> why would i be so attached to this particular piece of clothing? i guess for the simple reason that its alwayz thRe for me when i’m experiencing my fAt days> itz my standby shirt for when i feeL fat and unattractive and pmS-Ed> it hasn’t Yet failed to make me feeL better when i put it on. =)
i'm pass 17 for reaL>i’m practically on the edge of adulthood> n i find i have so much to learn> so mUCh i stiL need to do before i can finally sit back in a big coMfy bean soFa and say to myself> thiS is wat i’ve been worKing for all this time> tHIs is wat i’ve been trying to get and i’m fiNally satisfied n dOne>
i'm pass 17 for reaL>i’m practically on the edge of adulthood> n i find i have so much to learn> so mUCh i stiL need to do before i can finally sit back in a big coMfy bean soFa and say to myself> thiS is wat i’ve been worKing for all this time> tHIs is wat i’ve been trying to get and i’m fiNally satisfied n dOne>
Do lizards have eyelids? (April 29 2007)
a LizarD has been sitting/standing/lying in my kitchen practically motionless for hours in almost the same area somewhere between the toaster, the water jug and the miLk tin. i wonder why? i first observed this odd lizard when i dragged myself out of bed for a drink of water early this morning.. it was motionless thrfore giving my fuzzy brain the impression it was dead stiFf. HOweva. after closer inspection> it showed some signs of life by moving its head a little..n its still very much thr now (3.40 pM) ..tried banging around it with the water jug> but no reaction given except that it sort of turned its head to stare at me instead of at the wall… its eyes aren’t closed at all> in fact> it has this blank glassy post-trauma stare...come to think of it>. Do lizards hav eye lids>?
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