"If your heart takes more pleasure in reading novels or watching television, or going to the movies, or talking to friends, rather than just sitting alone with God and embracing him, sharing his cares and burdens, weeping and rejoicing with him, then how are you going handle forever and ever in his presence? You'd be bored to tears in heaven, if you're not ecstatic about God now!"
Leonard Ravenhill
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Maybe you think Song Leng is very preachy. Maybe you should skip over all the 'Christian' things that I have recently begun to say, and fast-forward to the flashy, cool, smart and witty things I normally would include in my ravings?
Maybe.
I feel something stir inside my chest, when I read and hear people talking about God.
I'm worried that they don't know the authentic God and instead are buying into the mainstream popular and liberal idea of a God who's ya-know, vaguely there but is letting the world run itself, and according to frail, varied human opinions of morality.
Take sex for instance. Our (moral) stand on it changes. 50 years ago, it was a taboo and could not be mentioned on television, drama and literature. Sex was disgusting, adult and immoral and most of all-private.
50 years later, sex is the best thing that sells.
Any novel, movie, television programme with no bed scene is passed over as boring, old and stale. We are now living in a society where sexuality and sensuality is pronounced okay and marketed widely.
How about the sex industry,which transcends borders, international boundaries and bandwidths?
The media has undergone a phenomenal change of mind from being highly conservative in 1960 to grossly permissible in a span of 40 years.
Adultery is freely discussed and portrayed on all forms of media as acceptable.
Did you think that homosexuality is a recent farce? It was already noted in the Bible during Abraham's time, when God destroyed the city of Sodom, saving only Lot and his two daughters because of its decadence and immorality.
Greek culture in the archaic period(750 BC - 480 BC) condoned pederasty, which was a relationship and bond between an adolescent boy and a man that contained sexual aspects.
Do we call this social improvement, or backsliding?
A god of our own construct will agree and endorse whatever wild and immoral thing we want to do, whereas a real God will challenge and offend us.
And why can't He? He's God.
I've always been hearing people say that the Bible is not a perfect cultural fit because 2000 years ago was too far and detached, and society's moral standards are erratic.
But if man has not changed in essence in his wants and desires, and sin has not changed, why should Scripture not be relevant in talking and teaching about man?
When I said authentic God above, I meant the God of Scripture-God in Scripture is consistent and unchanging. Does He change His mind or the way He does things?
Malachi 3:6
I the LORD do not change.
God does not give suggestions on how to live your life, like what preachers make it seem like.
God gives commands; orders and decrees. Because He is the LORD, and not a liberal, head of a democratic system that men come up with so that their wants are always considered.
Why cannot God's commands contradict your suppositions and ideas?
Romans 9:20
But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, "Why did you make me like this?" Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble uses and some for common use?
God helps those who helps themselves!?
So you're saying that there isn't a need for God's help, but you're fine on your own, thanks?
How many of this kinds of cliches are there around?
Christ came down to die for us precisely because we could not save ourselves.
To quote Jeff Noblit-"Why, if you're so darn good and desirable, did it take the death of God's Son to fix you?"
I'm beginning to specialize in making people feel lousy and low-spirited?
Well we all like to believe that there is something good inside of us, some inherent goodness in our nature. There is no such thing. On some level we know that we are rotten and we spend effort trying to package and bury our rot.
I've learned some things these days.
I found myself very hasty in casting judgement and discriminating against everybody.
I was pretty agitated and angry previously. But it's somewhat tempered out, thanks to close friends who tell you things you don't enjoy hearing but pretty much know is true.
I have a problem with people telling me I'm wrong; I have a problem with being wrong.
Yet Christians are works-in-progress and I want to quote a pastor I met who said this and it is so true. Christians will always disappoint you. Rather, put your hope and trust in God.
Isaiah 49:22
This is what the Sovereign Lord says:
"See, I will beckon to the Gentiles,
I will lift up my banner to the peoples;
they will bring your sons in their arms
and carry your daughters on their shoulders.
Kings will be your foster fathers,
and their queens your nursing mothers.
They will bow down before you with their faces to the ground;
they will lick the dust at your feet.
Then you will know that I am the LORD;
those who hope in me will not be disappointed."
To Christian friends and Preachers who are eager to tell the world,
Stop sugarcoating God and the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Just present it entirely and God will do the rest.
I'm comforted that despite bad teaching, God has power over salvation.
But this is not a premise for us to teach inaccurately.
Rather, stay true to Scripture because it's accuracy and relevance is timeless.
If the gospel of Jesus Christ relied on human preaching, it would have died even before it took shape; before there would have been the first church.
But, God is in control.
God's way is best and most ideal. Our perspectives are fogged and we don't make decisions with discernment. We should tailor our plans so they are in accordance with God's will. What is God's will? In scripture of course!
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Lastly, I have a small treatise on love and relationship.
It's very hard to love a person. Often we love their merits and appeal.
We should instead love them for their flaws also, which then adds up to the whole package.
Love the unloveable.
There's a fair amount of crazy in everyone of us, and we will have to be able to accomodate it.
finis
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I'm pretty gleeful that I won't be a fashion disaster at prom.
But this verdict would be passed by the fashion police and not something I can award myself.
I've read somewhere, and its common knowledge, that shopping is repugnant to males. Yet Jem, Jay and I were out for 4 days at least roaming places to get outfits and ruining our feet.
The great thing was that us guys had some extent of fun, all credit to our respective virtues.
(Song Leng is electric.)
I cannot fathom why women love to shop.
Do they love their purchasing power or do they like the pain in the legs?
At the MRT, you might hear an announcement that asks you to move to areas that are less crowded. I thought this was common sense, but judging from our excursions to and fro City Hall, Bugis and Habourfront, a lot of Singaporeans are deficient in common sense.
In short, people are selfish and simply assholes on the public transport, in the elevator, on the escalator and in their nakedness.
There isn't any point in moving out of the train to let people get off, because the rest of the world would rush into the train at your expense.
If you still strive to be nice, you will lose out.
If you don't, you are also an asshole.
It's splendid that its so clear-cut.
Since we're on this topic, I would also like to add that my world, and I think naturally, the world is absolute and allows for no middle ground.
It is either yes or no; right or wrong, and any in-between is just a move to stall for more time before one finally chooses a side.
The Sovereignty of God:
Some people like to think that God has already determined how it would be at the very end, but is letting things progress freely for now.
If God has fine control over the very end, wouldn't He also be in control of the next minute, hour, days? Things that happen only happen because God allows it to, and only if it is within His will.
Very few things in the world that occur I care about.
The world loves its performers, promiscuous people and liars.
The world is eager to accept shabby excuses that exclude any sort of godliness and reins in the lawlessness they are swimming in.
The world shuns men who refuse to collude with them. Luckily there aren't any such men.
Beauty:
Were you expecting my pretty face in this section?
I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Parting Shot:
There is no such thing as atheism. It is just gross denial of divinity, which they want to keep underneath the carpet. Self-professed atheists are eager to reject the idea of a God that they would have to submit to, and subscribe to every other alternative in their escape.
But this verdict would be passed by the fashion police and not something I can award myself.
I've read somewhere, and its common knowledge, that shopping is repugnant to males. Yet Jem, Jay and I were out for 4 days at least roaming places to get outfits and ruining our feet.
The great thing was that us guys had some extent of fun, all credit to our respective virtues.
(Song Leng is electric.)
I cannot fathom why women love to shop.
Do they love their purchasing power or do they like the pain in the legs?
At the MRT, you might hear an announcement that asks you to move to areas that are less crowded. I thought this was common sense, but judging from our excursions to and fro City Hall, Bugis and Habourfront, a lot of Singaporeans are deficient in common sense.
In short, people are selfish and simply assholes on the public transport, in the elevator, on the escalator and in their nakedness.
There isn't any point in moving out of the train to let people get off, because the rest of the world would rush into the train at your expense.
If you still strive to be nice, you will lose out.
If you don't, you are also an asshole.
It's splendid that its so clear-cut.
Since we're on this topic, I would also like to add that my world, and I think naturally, the world is absolute and allows for no middle ground.
It is either yes or no; right or wrong, and any in-between is just a move to stall for more time before one finally chooses a side.
The Sovereignty of God:
Some people like to think that God has already determined how it would be at the very end, but is letting things progress freely for now.
If God has fine control over the very end, wouldn't He also be in control of the next minute, hour, days? Things that happen only happen because God allows it to, and only if it is within His will.
Very few things in the world that occur I care about.
The world loves its performers, promiscuous people and liars.
The world is eager to accept shabby excuses that exclude any sort of godliness and reins in the lawlessness they are swimming in.
The world shuns men who refuse to collude with them. Luckily there aren't any such men.
Beauty:
Were you expecting my pretty face in this section?
I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Parting Shot:
There is no such thing as atheism. It is just gross denial of divinity, which they want to keep underneath the carpet. Self-professed atheists are eager to reject the idea of a God that they would have to submit to, and subscribe to every other alternative in their escape.
Friday, November 21, 2008
It severely grates my nerves especially when some person starts going "that's right", at the end of every sentence the preacher says.
It's blind, unthinking acceptance where the person does not give much thought to the message but gobbles it all up without understanding.
Instead of trying to seem as if you're following what is being taught, you should be examining yourself and listening. Not grunting like an animal.
It sets me off, because you're not giving any consideration to the message, but being a docile, non-thinking beast.
Stop it.
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I have not written more about the wrongness of modern theology because judging from what I wrote previously, people haven't understood anything I said.
The things that I've written, you do not give much thought to, but you're taking some of it up to supplement your wrongful belief about Christ and God so that you feel better and sleep easy at night, and discarding the harsher truths, that condemn and convict you.
You agree with what I said, but you know not what you are agreeing with.
The Christian has a hard time sleeping because he would be in tune with God and God is grieved at what the Church has become. Our Churches have become a den of robbers and thieves like it was in Jesus' time.
Throw away all your false impressions about the Christian faith and read Scripture. All that you need to know is inside. How can you profess to be a Christian and yet not have read most of the Bible? You're not a Christian. You're a liar.
You think Jesus came to unite the world? You've not read scripture then.
Do not flaunt your horrible ignorance. It's disgusting.
Luke 12: 49
"I have come to bring fire on the earth and how I wish it were already kindled! But I have a baptism to undergo, and how distressed I am until it is completed! Do you think I came to bring peace on earth? No, I tell you, but division. From now on there will be five in one family divided against each other, three against two and two against three. They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law."
Have you understood this?
How do you tell who is a disciple of Christ? By his fruit.
A good tree bears good fruit and a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit and a bad tree cannot bear good food.
Your outward actions, speech will reflect your inner belief. Is Christ in any of these?
No? I thought so.
2 Corinthians 5: 17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!
Stop assuming or presuming.
I'm so angry at people who think they're Christians when they have not read Scripture or understood any of these.
And do not assume you're on the good side of this division that Christ brought.
By default, we're all lost and rotten.
If you're waiting or wanting a miracle before you believe, I'm so sorry, you've missed it.
Christ has already resurrected and ascended. There is the one other miracle you have a chance to partake in.
"I think the greatest miracle is where God takes an unholy person in a wicked and unholy world, makes him holy, and puts him back into the unholy and wicked world and keeps him holy. "
This was said by Leonard Ravenhill. Google him.
Read Isaiah 59, which convicts us of our sin.
Isaiah 59: 15-16
Truth is nowhere to be found, and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey.
The Lord looked and was displeased that there was no justice. He saw that there was no one, he was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm worked salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him.
If you think you're righteous, you're not. God calls us righteous and justifies this actually absurd claim if we have faith in his Son. No man is righteous. In Hebrews 11, Abraham's faith was creditted to him as righteousness.
Yet this faith is not something that we have in ourself. We're like the firewood that has been doused with water so many times that we can't light a fire, with Elijah. Rather Jesus, from above, who brought fire, kindled the spark of faith in our deadness.
Read Romans, Ephesians, Corinthians, Galatians, Colossians, Hebrews...
Read the Bible.
*
Pardon me if my posts now do not appeal to your wit or humour.
But this is the only thing I want to write on currently.
I'm not that sorry for my harsh and agitated tone.
I'm in a good mind to sweep away the tissue packets that office workers in Singapore use to reserve seats in food places. It sounds absurd, especially if they say it themselves.
Could you imagine:
"Excuse me, this seat is reserved."
Huh? There isn't anybody seating here reserving it what.
"Can't you see that we've reserved it with the tissue packets?"
Do you know how stupid you sound!?
I'll probably do this next time. Singaporean are fundamentally cowards who are afraid of hassle and trouble that comes along with confrontation, even if they have reason on their side. All we do is complain, and then let it slide. That is pathetic.
They should try using their tissue packets to reserve parking lots. Or maybe use tissue boxes. More visible. Try and see if the drivers would entertain their childish pique.
*
I always liked white tigers. Even though they're zoo animals, we cannot destress the second part of the phrase. They are animals after all.
(Image courtesy of Shuan Lo from Singapore)
It's blind, unthinking acceptance where the person does not give much thought to the message but gobbles it all up without understanding.
Instead of trying to seem as if you're following what is being taught, you should be examining yourself and listening. Not grunting like an animal.
It sets me off, because you're not giving any consideration to the message, but being a docile, non-thinking beast.
Stop it.
*
I have not written more about the wrongness of modern theology because judging from what I wrote previously, people haven't understood anything I said.
The things that I've written, you do not give much thought to, but you're taking some of it up to supplement your wrongful belief about Christ and God so that you feel better and sleep easy at night, and discarding the harsher truths, that condemn and convict you.
You agree with what I said, but you know not what you are agreeing with.
The Christian has a hard time sleeping because he would be in tune with God and God is grieved at what the Church has become. Our Churches have become a den of robbers and thieves like it was in Jesus' time.
Throw away all your false impressions about the Christian faith and read Scripture. All that you need to know is inside. How can you profess to be a Christian and yet not have read most of the Bible? You're not a Christian. You're a liar.
You think Jesus came to unite the world? You've not read scripture then.
Do not flaunt your horrible ignorance. It's disgusting.
Luke 12: 49
"I have come to bring fire on the earth and how I wish it were already kindled! But I have a baptism to undergo, and how distressed I am until it is completed! Do you think I came to bring peace on earth? No, I tell you, but division. From now on there will be five in one family divided against each other, three against two and two against three. They will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law."
Have you understood this?
How do you tell who is a disciple of Christ? By his fruit.
A good tree bears good fruit and a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit and a bad tree cannot bear good food.
Your outward actions, speech will reflect your inner belief. Is Christ in any of these?
No? I thought so.
2 Corinthians 5: 17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!
Stop assuming or presuming.
I'm so angry at people who think they're Christians when they have not read Scripture or understood any of these.
And do not assume you're on the good side of this division that Christ brought.
By default, we're all lost and rotten.
If you're waiting or wanting a miracle before you believe, I'm so sorry, you've missed it.
Christ has already resurrected and ascended. There is the one other miracle you have a chance to partake in.
"I think the greatest miracle is where God takes an unholy person in a wicked and unholy world, makes him holy, and puts him back into the unholy and wicked world and keeps him holy. "
This was said by Leonard Ravenhill. Google him.
Read Isaiah 59, which convicts us of our sin.
Isaiah 59: 15-16
Truth is nowhere to be found, and whoever shuns evil becomes a prey.
The Lord looked and was displeased that there was no justice. He saw that there was no one, he was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm worked salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him.
If you think you're righteous, you're not. God calls us righteous and justifies this actually absurd claim if we have faith in his Son. No man is righteous. In Hebrews 11, Abraham's faith was creditted to him as righteousness.
Yet this faith is not something that we have in ourself. We're like the firewood that has been doused with water so many times that we can't light a fire, with Elijah. Rather Jesus, from above, who brought fire, kindled the spark of faith in our deadness.
Read Romans, Ephesians, Corinthians, Galatians, Colossians, Hebrews...
Read the Bible.
*
Pardon me if my posts now do not appeal to your wit or humour.
But this is the only thing I want to write on currently.
I'm not that sorry for my harsh and agitated tone.
I'm in a good mind to sweep away the tissue packets that office workers in Singapore use to reserve seats in food places. It sounds absurd, especially if they say it themselves.
Could you imagine:
"Excuse me, this seat is reserved."
Huh? There isn't anybody seating here reserving it what.
"Can't you see that we've reserved it with the tissue packets?"
Do you know how stupid you sound!?
I'll probably do this next time. Singaporean are fundamentally cowards who are afraid of hassle and trouble that comes along with confrontation, even if they have reason on their side. All we do is complain, and then let it slide. That is pathetic.
They should try using their tissue packets to reserve parking lots. Or maybe use tissue boxes. More visible. Try and see if the drivers would entertain their childish pique.
*
I always liked white tigers. Even though they're zoo animals, we cannot destress the second part of the phrase. They are animals after all.
(Image courtesy of Shuan Lo from Singapore)
Thursday, November 13, 2008
We have reduced the gospel into hearer-friendly material, which introduces you to 3 things.
1) The goodness of God in loving you for whatever you are.
2) Promising you eternal life.
3) Showering you with gifts and blessings.
Everybody loves a God like that. That is why everybody celebrates Christmas, because it sells the idea of an old fat dude, who drops in and gives you gifts for no good reason and assures you you're being a good boy/ girl, keep up your good work.
Of course you would welcome such a god.
If you believe, you're only believing in the goodness and abundant gifts this god has to offer and you're intaking a god that prospers you, agrees with whatever you are doing no matter how immoral it is, and leaves you alone to enjoy yourself at most of the time.
That is not the God of scripture or Yahweh, but a man-made consultant you've crafted to serve your own sinful desires. This god you've made serves your own human whims and desires instead of you serving him.
This is what is the gospel is:
1) Men are so wicked and fallen that we have no hope, no control over ourselves.
2) God's wrath is upon us because of our sin.
3) He had mercy on us and sacrificed his Son to redeem us which we could not have done for ourselves previously.
The gospel is unsavoury and offensive. It is like a slap to your face.
If you accept it casually, you have not understood it.
We have diluted the meaning of believing in Christ.
Scripture indeed does say that you are to believe in Christ, and that is the route to salvation.
You firstly would have believed in all the nice things about Jesus, and are looking for more promise of goodness.
You are like the five thousand whom Jesus fed and are looking for him. You're looking to benefit more, not because you believe in Jesus' divine power.
John 6: 26
Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, you are looking for me, not because you saw miraculous signs but because you ate the loaves and had your fill."
The Bible says to believe and confess that Jesus is the Christ and Son of God. And so you think your frivolous verbal declarations are enough and you believe in him would mean that you have faith and you are saved.
Do you really know what it means to believe? It is not just to acknowledge and accept what is said. It is to devote and to hope in Jesus and to give up your life for him.
In those times, if you were to confess Christ is Lord, you would be killed.
To believe is to throw yourself, your hopes and your confidence onto Him that He is your sustenance, He is your provider and He is your God.
Is this the depth of your belief?
Or do you treat 'believing' like a vaccination and an insurance where you've bought a unit in heaven?
Can you be sure this is the depth of your belief?
Peter disowned Jesus thrice, even though he declared Jesus to be the 'Holy One of God' earlier.
Are you better than him?
A common blasphemous belief is that once you believe, you're a Christian and you're automatically guaranteed a place in heaven.
Who told you that? Firstly, is your belief and faith of God and in God?
Then, are you behaving like a Christian?
Matthew 7: 13
"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."
In addition to the gate being small, the path that leads to the gate is narrow and many will fall off. Do you think Jesus was lying when he said that only a few will find it?
Beware. Firstly, your belief could be false and misplaced. You do not believe in the unbelievable gospel of Jesus Christ because it makes sense to you or it appeals to you.
God has mercy on you and gives you the gift of faith. Otherwise you would never swallow the gospel's message.
If you have been marked out by God, he will have changed you and put in you a God-loving and seeking heart that will continously walk after him. God will give you the ability you never had to turn away from and stop sinning like you were before.
If such a change has not taken place in you, you have not been saved. Nobody has a heart that seeks and wants God. God gives you such a heart and changes you.
When God saves you, you will know that you are different and you will be born again, having a new heart and new wants that are of God. When he takes you as one of his, he will keep you and discipline you and teach you.
If you continue to enjoy living like you once did, still remaining preoccupied about worldly concerns of pleasure and fun, you can be sure you have not been touched by God.
You profess to be Christians, yet you do not read God's word. If you do read, you're reading it to gratify yourselves and to use Scripture to justify your carnal desires. Read scripture and read it carefully and pray that the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob reveals himself to you.
Not everyone has known God. Your human efforts to try and find and reach God is futile and misguided. You would not be able to get to God no matter how hard you try. That is why there is a need for Jesus. Even then, you remain blocked, your hearts are still stone and you will not be able to get to God.
John 6:44
"No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him, and I will raise him up at the last day."
After Jesus said this, many of the disciples who believed in Jesus rejected his teachings and deserted him.
A lot of us are the disciples who do not know Jesus yet and we would be driven away if we know the entirety of the gospel, unless God keeps us.
John 6: 63
"The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they have life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe." For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled him."
Jesus knows who of us believe because he has already marked us out.
Do not presume yourself to be included in his flock of sheep, but rather examine yourselves.
Jesus' sheep hear his voice and follow after him. If you do not hear and you're not following after him, you are not his sheep.
John 10: 14
"I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me-just as the Father knows me and I know the Father-and I lay down my life for the sheep."
John 10: 24-
The Jews gathered around him, saying, "How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Christ, tell us plainly."
Jesus answered, "I did tell you, but you do not believe. The miracles I do in my Father's name speak for me, but you do not believe because you are not my sheep. My sheep listen to my voice and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. I and the Father are one."
Jesus' sheep are those whom he has enabled to believe in him, and they will follow unwaveringly after him and not fall away. He guarantees that no one will be able to snatch them away from him, the shepherd and that their salvation is assured.
Jesus' elect is not a broad net. It is a small pen which is reserved for those God has designated.
Rather, you should be very afraid and concerned if you are one of Jesus' sheep.
If you do not understand the above, then I will have this to say:
John 8: 47
He who belongs to God hears what God says. The reason you do not hear is that you do not belong to God.
Instead of presuming you are one of Jesus' sheep, pray rather that you will receive his mercy and be included in his flock.
1) The goodness of God in loving you for whatever you are.
2) Promising you eternal life.
3) Showering you with gifts and blessings.
Everybody loves a God like that. That is why everybody celebrates Christmas, because it sells the idea of an old fat dude, who drops in and gives you gifts for no good reason and assures you you're being a good boy/ girl, keep up your good work.
Of course you would welcome such a god.
If you believe, you're only believing in the goodness and abundant gifts this god has to offer and you're intaking a god that prospers you, agrees with whatever you are doing no matter how immoral it is, and leaves you alone to enjoy yourself at most of the time.
That is not the God of scripture or Yahweh, but a man-made consultant you've crafted to serve your own sinful desires. This god you've made serves your own human whims and desires instead of you serving him.
This is what is the gospel is:
1) Men are so wicked and fallen that we have no hope, no control over ourselves.
2) God's wrath is upon us because of our sin.
3) He had mercy on us and sacrificed his Son to redeem us which we could not have done for ourselves previously.
The gospel is unsavoury and offensive. It is like a slap to your face.
If you accept it casually, you have not understood it.
We have diluted the meaning of believing in Christ.
Scripture indeed does say that you are to believe in Christ, and that is the route to salvation.
You firstly would have believed in all the nice things about Jesus, and are looking for more promise of goodness.
You are like the five thousand whom Jesus fed and are looking for him. You're looking to benefit more, not because you believe in Jesus' divine power.
John 6: 26
Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, you are looking for me, not because you saw miraculous signs but because you ate the loaves and had your fill."
The Bible says to believe and confess that Jesus is the Christ and Son of God. And so you think your frivolous verbal declarations are enough and you believe in him would mean that you have faith and you are saved.
Do you really know what it means to believe? It is not just to acknowledge and accept what is said. It is to devote and to hope in Jesus and to give up your life for him.
In those times, if you were to confess Christ is Lord, you would be killed.
To believe is to throw yourself, your hopes and your confidence onto Him that He is your sustenance, He is your provider and He is your God.
Is this the depth of your belief?
Or do you treat 'believing' like a vaccination and an insurance where you've bought a unit in heaven?
Can you be sure this is the depth of your belief?
Peter disowned Jesus thrice, even though he declared Jesus to be the 'Holy One of God' earlier.
Are you better than him?
A common blasphemous belief is that once you believe, you're a Christian and you're automatically guaranteed a place in heaven.
Who told you that? Firstly, is your belief and faith of God and in God?
Then, are you behaving like a Christian?
Matthew 7: 13
"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."
In addition to the gate being small, the path that leads to the gate is narrow and many will fall off. Do you think Jesus was lying when he said that only a few will find it?
Beware. Firstly, your belief could be false and misplaced. You do not believe in the unbelievable gospel of Jesus Christ because it makes sense to you or it appeals to you.
God has mercy on you and gives you the gift of faith. Otherwise you would never swallow the gospel's message.
If you have been marked out by God, he will have changed you and put in you a God-loving and seeking heart that will continously walk after him. God will give you the ability you never had to turn away from and stop sinning like you were before.
If such a change has not taken place in you, you have not been saved. Nobody has a heart that seeks and wants God. God gives you such a heart and changes you.
When God saves you, you will know that you are different and you will be born again, having a new heart and new wants that are of God. When he takes you as one of his, he will keep you and discipline you and teach you.
If you continue to enjoy living like you once did, still remaining preoccupied about worldly concerns of pleasure and fun, you can be sure you have not been touched by God.
You profess to be Christians, yet you do not read God's word. If you do read, you're reading it to gratify yourselves and to use Scripture to justify your carnal desires. Read scripture and read it carefully and pray that the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob reveals himself to you.
Not everyone has known God. Your human efforts to try and find and reach God is futile and misguided. You would not be able to get to God no matter how hard you try. That is why there is a need for Jesus. Even then, you remain blocked, your hearts are still stone and you will not be able to get to God.
John 6:44
"No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him, and I will raise him up at the last day."
After Jesus said this, many of the disciples who believed in Jesus rejected his teachings and deserted him.
A lot of us are the disciples who do not know Jesus yet and we would be driven away if we know the entirety of the gospel, unless God keeps us.
John 6: 63
"The Spirit gives life; the flesh counts for nothing. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and they have life. Yet there are some of you who do not believe." For Jesus had known from the beginning which of them did not believe and who would betray him. He went on to say, "This is why I told you that no one can come to me unless the Father has enabled him."
Jesus knows who of us believe because he has already marked us out.
Do not presume yourself to be included in his flock of sheep, but rather examine yourselves.
Jesus' sheep hear his voice and follow after him. If you do not hear and you're not following after him, you are not his sheep.
John 10: 14
"I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me-just as the Father knows me and I know the Father-and I lay down my life for the sheep."
John 10: 24-
The Jews gathered around him, saying, "How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Christ, tell us plainly."
Jesus answered, "I did tell you, but you do not believe. The miracles I do in my Father's name speak for me, but you do not believe because you are not my sheep. My sheep listen to my voice and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. I and the Father are one."
Jesus' sheep are those whom he has enabled to believe in him, and they will follow unwaveringly after him and not fall away. He guarantees that no one will be able to snatch them away from him, the shepherd and that their salvation is assured.
Jesus' elect is not a broad net. It is a small pen which is reserved for those God has designated.
Rather, you should be very afraid and concerned if you are one of Jesus' sheep.
If you do not understand the above, then I will have this to say:
John 8: 47
He who belongs to God hears what God says. The reason you do not hear is that you do not belong to God.
Instead of presuming you are one of Jesus' sheep, pray rather that you will receive his mercy and be included in his flock.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
To Christians, those who believe themselves to be Christians, Church-goers and Church Members:
I've been recently made to see things that have gone awry with Christianity and the modern gospel today, and I've been led to see these things in a way that is not based on my own intelligence or my perception, but in a way that is supernatural.
There are things and teachings so wrong and so perverse and contrary to the gospel that Christ and his disciples brought to the world.
I get enraged when Christians claim they've saved people or they can save people. You are mistaken! God does the saving. God is the one who makes people who do not want God believe in the unbelievable.
If you believe easily, you have then not believed in the gospel, and you must not have heard it fully.
There is no such thing as human free will.
I get really mad when I hear Churches and people saying that you can make a choice and decide for yourselves if you want to believe. Where in scripture is it like that?
We are so wicked and so lost and so steeped in sin that we cannot save ourselves.
We are drowning in our own sin, and when we're drowning, how can we pull ourselves out of the water? Only Jesus can pull you out!
You claim you have control over yourself? But then you're so wicked and sinful that all of your control would be devoted to sin. You deceive yourselves if you profess to have control. We are enslaved by our sinful desires and no matter what we do, it is motivated by our own sinful desires.
So if you dare say you have and exercise human free will, you mean that you are in full control of your sinful acts and you're saying that you can get out by yourselves without Jesus.
Romans 8: 5-8
Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind of sinful men is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace; the sinful mind is hostile to God. It does not submit to God's law, nor can it do so. Those controlled by the sinful nature cannot please God.
If you do not think you're evil, you're in denial. Do you remember the worst thing you've done and said? Do you remember the evil thoughts you've entertained in your head and evil thoughts about your friends? You hate God's sovereignty because it will expose your wickedness.
The gospel of Jesus Christ is so amazing that you would either believe in it or abhor it. It denounces man, and exposes him for all his wickedness and unworthiness. When man is concerned about enjoyment and pleasure and having a good time living his best life now, God's laws will remind him that he cannot do what he has been doing or what he likes to do.
Believing in God is not something you can do. It is a supernatural work that is all God and not you. We have been separated from God because of our sins, and God must reach out and make first contact. We man cannot do it by ourselves!
In Acts 16:11-15, it speaks of a true authentic conversion. It talks about a woman called Lydia, who was listening to Paul. In verse 14, it is written: The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul's message. She did not believe out of her own sense, but because God had mercy on her and allowed her to come to him.
The entire gospel is about God's mercy and how he could have carted us all to hell, but instead he put together an elaborate plan that spanned thousands of years and is charted in the Bible to reconcile God and man.
Isaiah 48:8-11
You have neither heard or understood;
from of old your ear has not been opened.
Well I do know how treacherous you are;
you were called a rebel from birth.
For my own name's sake I delay my wrath;
for the sake of my praise I hold it back from you,
so as not to cut you off.
See, I have refined you, though not as silver;
I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
For my own sake, for my own sake, I do this.
How can I let myself be defamed?
I will not yield my glory to another.
Do you understand what you're reading? God reveals what he is actually doing.
You cannot believe in God by yourself. You will not believe in God by yourself. Instead God has mercy on you and gives you the gift of faith in him and his Spirit so that you may be able to walk in a way that pleases him. How much are we dependent on God and his mercy.
I get disgusted when people believe that God chooses them because they have some quality or abilities that God likes. You're only buffing up your own ego when you believe this.
God does not choose people because they have some merit. He chooses the weak and the foolish to mock the people in the world who believe in their own strength and ability.
God chose Rahab the prostitute; Jesus was a carpenter, and Jesus' disciples were sinful men-tax collectors and uneducated men-fishermen. He set these men up against the religious authority of the day against the Chief Priest and the Pharisees who were thoroughly educated in God's Laws.
Isaiah 46:10
I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is none like me.
I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times,
what is still to come.
I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.
Do you think that God does what he does to make you live better and happier?
God does everything for his own glory because he cannot allow his name to be defiled. He does not do this to satisfy or pacify your selfish human sinful desires. Do you recognize that this is the God you claim you believe in?
Or do you think your worldly worth has bolstered you qualifications for salvation? If you must have confidence, have confidence in Christ. Why are you so pleased with yourselves. God delivers victory into our hands.
Do you think your merit has weight in God's sight? You've done work for God? You're supposed to do work for God!
God hates sinners. God is love, yes. But we've dimmed the other attribute of God which is as important, and as real. God is righteous. God hates all who does iniquity. If he is righteous, he must hate what is evil. If you love babies, you must hate abortions.
God loves us, yes. But because of his righteousness, we have aroused his wrath and his hatred. If God's love could cancel out his wrath and holiness, then he would not have to go to the trouble of having Jesus come down to die on the cross and suffer God's wrath on our behalf!
God's wrath and justice must be satisfied. For the wages of sin is death, we must die for our sins. However, there is a lamb, a pure sacrificial offering that is Jesus. Jesus took on God's wrath for us and paid for our sins in full. So our debts have been cleared in full if we believe in Jesus and hope in him.
But if you reject Jesus, do you think it would be fair for him to have died for you?
Your blood then will be on your own head and you will face God's wrath yourself this time.
You have better go read Romans.
I detest how churches evangelise and try to present the gospel in a tamer way that censors out the 'harsher' aspects of our God. If they believe, they would not have believed in the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob, but a god you have fashioned and tailored to increase your membership. You go on and on about God, but you have not known him.
Do you know that God knows you and everything that you think about? He reads your heart and knows what is inside. Isn't that scary?
Do you honestly think God is a judge who pardons freely? He is a judge who judges and passes sentences. What kind of man-made God have you been subscribing to? Certainly not the God in Scripture!
I have this to say to people who evangelise and try to save people.
The gospel is not a gospel of man, but of God. Whatever you do to evangelise is useless. Only God saves. You, you're just a loudhailer that must continue to shout his gospel out to the world. God makes people believe in the unbelievable.
The people who claim to believe after you've summarized the gospel for them are only believing in your concept of Jesus Christ, a Jesus Christ and a God who blesses and forgives indefinitely. The way you're making Jesus sound like an upgrade to someone's life is popular and not from God. Everybody would want this kind of God. Nobody would say no to living forever, as well as receiving gifts.
You are on the path to doom and bringing others down with you!
You cannot package the gospel or edit it, because the gospel is not from man.
2 Corinthians 13:5
Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith, test yourselves. Do you not realize that Christ Jesus is in you, unless of course, you fail the test?
God has already chosen his very elect. Jesus knows his sheep and his sheep hears his voice and knows him. Do not presume you've been saved because of something you've done. Nothing you do can save yourselves.
If the things I've said are very different from what you believe in, then you had better start reading the Bible properly, and not because you want affirmation or you want comfort from verses that gives you a warm fuzzy feeling.
The gospel is not the New Testament! It is the Old and New Testament. The real gospel will offend you because it speaks out against what you've been doing all this time!
I am not a model Christian, but a wicked and immoral human being who has recognized my own need for God's mercy and for Jesus Christ and I've been compelled to shout all of these out. Praise be to God.
For non-believers, if you've bothered to read, its not just angry banter.
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Finally, I think (but mostly hope) that Barack Obama will change the world for better.
The 'A' levels are extremely infuriating.
I've been recently made to see things that have gone awry with Christianity and the modern gospel today, and I've been led to see these things in a way that is not based on my own intelligence or my perception, but in a way that is supernatural.
There are things and teachings so wrong and so perverse and contrary to the gospel that Christ and his disciples brought to the world.
I get enraged when Christians claim they've saved people or they can save people. You are mistaken! God does the saving. God is the one who makes people who do not want God believe in the unbelievable.
If you believe easily, you have then not believed in the gospel, and you must not have heard it fully.
There is no such thing as human free will.
I get really mad when I hear Churches and people saying that you can make a choice and decide for yourselves if you want to believe. Where in scripture is it like that?
We are so wicked and so lost and so steeped in sin that we cannot save ourselves.
We are drowning in our own sin, and when we're drowning, how can we pull ourselves out of the water? Only Jesus can pull you out!
You claim you have control over yourself? But then you're so wicked and sinful that all of your control would be devoted to sin. You deceive yourselves if you profess to have control. We are enslaved by our sinful desires and no matter what we do, it is motivated by our own sinful desires.
So if you dare say you have and exercise human free will, you mean that you are in full control of your sinful acts and you're saying that you can get out by yourselves without Jesus.
Romans 8: 5-8
Those who live according to the sinful nature have their minds set on what that nature desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their minds set on what the Spirit desires. The mind of sinful men is death, but the mind controlled by the Spirit is life and peace; the sinful mind is hostile to God. It does not submit to God's law, nor can it do so. Those controlled by the sinful nature cannot please God.
If you do not think you're evil, you're in denial. Do you remember the worst thing you've done and said? Do you remember the evil thoughts you've entertained in your head and evil thoughts about your friends? You hate God's sovereignty because it will expose your wickedness.
The gospel of Jesus Christ is so amazing that you would either believe in it or abhor it. It denounces man, and exposes him for all his wickedness and unworthiness. When man is concerned about enjoyment and pleasure and having a good time living his best life now, God's laws will remind him that he cannot do what he has been doing or what he likes to do.
Believing in God is not something you can do. It is a supernatural work that is all God and not you. We have been separated from God because of our sins, and God must reach out and make first contact. We man cannot do it by ourselves!
In Acts 16:11-15, it speaks of a true authentic conversion. It talks about a woman called Lydia, who was listening to Paul. In verse 14, it is written: The Lord opened her heart to respond to Paul's message. She did not believe out of her own sense, but because God had mercy on her and allowed her to come to him.
The entire gospel is about God's mercy and how he could have carted us all to hell, but instead he put together an elaborate plan that spanned thousands of years and is charted in the Bible to reconcile God and man.
Isaiah 48:8-11
You have neither heard or understood;
from of old your ear has not been opened.
Well I do know how treacherous you are;
you were called a rebel from birth.
For my own name's sake I delay my wrath;
for the sake of my praise I hold it back from you,
so as not to cut you off.
See, I have refined you, though not as silver;
I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
For my own sake, for my own sake, I do this.
How can I let myself be defamed?
I will not yield my glory to another.
Do you understand what you're reading? God reveals what he is actually doing.
You cannot believe in God by yourself. You will not believe in God by yourself. Instead God has mercy on you and gives you the gift of faith in him and his Spirit so that you may be able to walk in a way that pleases him. How much are we dependent on God and his mercy.
I get disgusted when people believe that God chooses them because they have some quality or abilities that God likes. You're only buffing up your own ego when you believe this.
God does not choose people because they have some merit. He chooses the weak and the foolish to mock the people in the world who believe in their own strength and ability.
God chose Rahab the prostitute; Jesus was a carpenter, and Jesus' disciples were sinful men-tax collectors and uneducated men-fishermen. He set these men up against the religious authority of the day against the Chief Priest and the Pharisees who were thoroughly educated in God's Laws.
Isaiah 46:10
I am God, and there is no other;
I am God, and there is none like me.
I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times,
what is still to come.
I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.
Do you think that God does what he does to make you live better and happier?
God does everything for his own glory because he cannot allow his name to be defiled. He does not do this to satisfy or pacify your selfish human sinful desires. Do you recognize that this is the God you claim you believe in?
Or do you think your worldly worth has bolstered you qualifications for salvation? If you must have confidence, have confidence in Christ. Why are you so pleased with yourselves. God delivers victory into our hands.
Do you think your merit has weight in God's sight? You've done work for God? You're supposed to do work for God!
God hates sinners. God is love, yes. But we've dimmed the other attribute of God which is as important, and as real. God is righteous. God hates all who does iniquity. If he is righteous, he must hate what is evil. If you love babies, you must hate abortions.
God loves us, yes. But because of his righteousness, we have aroused his wrath and his hatred. If God's love could cancel out his wrath and holiness, then he would not have to go to the trouble of having Jesus come down to die on the cross and suffer God's wrath on our behalf!
God's wrath and justice must be satisfied. For the wages of sin is death, we must die for our sins. However, there is a lamb, a pure sacrificial offering that is Jesus. Jesus took on God's wrath for us and paid for our sins in full. So our debts have been cleared in full if we believe in Jesus and hope in him.
But if you reject Jesus, do you think it would be fair for him to have died for you?
Your blood then will be on your own head and you will face God's wrath yourself this time.
You have better go read Romans.
I detest how churches evangelise and try to present the gospel in a tamer way that censors out the 'harsher' aspects of our God. If they believe, they would not have believed in the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob, but a god you have fashioned and tailored to increase your membership. You go on and on about God, but you have not known him.
Do you know that God knows you and everything that you think about? He reads your heart and knows what is inside. Isn't that scary?
Do you honestly think God is a judge who pardons freely? He is a judge who judges and passes sentences. What kind of man-made God have you been subscribing to? Certainly not the God in Scripture!
I have this to say to people who evangelise and try to save people.
The gospel is not a gospel of man, but of God. Whatever you do to evangelise is useless. Only God saves. You, you're just a loudhailer that must continue to shout his gospel out to the world. God makes people believe in the unbelievable.
The people who claim to believe after you've summarized the gospel for them are only believing in your concept of Jesus Christ, a Jesus Christ and a God who blesses and forgives indefinitely. The way you're making Jesus sound like an upgrade to someone's life is popular and not from God. Everybody would want this kind of God. Nobody would say no to living forever, as well as receiving gifts.
You are on the path to doom and bringing others down with you!
You cannot package the gospel or edit it, because the gospel is not from man.
2 Corinthians 13:5
Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith, test yourselves. Do you not realize that Christ Jesus is in you, unless of course, you fail the test?
God has already chosen his very elect. Jesus knows his sheep and his sheep hears his voice and knows him. Do not presume you've been saved because of something you've done. Nothing you do can save yourselves.
If the things I've said are very different from what you believe in, then you had better start reading the Bible properly, and not because you want affirmation or you want comfort from verses that gives you a warm fuzzy feeling.
The gospel is not the New Testament! It is the Old and New Testament. The real gospel will offend you because it speaks out against what you've been doing all this time!
I am not a model Christian, but a wicked and immoral human being who has recognized my own need for God's mercy and for Jesus Christ and I've been compelled to shout all of these out. Praise be to God.
For non-believers, if you've bothered to read, its not just angry banter.
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Finally, I think (but mostly hope) that Barack Obama will change the world for better.
The 'A' levels are extremely infuriating.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Please do not mistake my lack of eloquence for hard work elsewhere.
I just cannot marshall my mental workings into a simple language that is dense enough for the normal human being to comprehend and digest.
So in short, I blame my consideration and love for the common man for my silence.
I'm attentive towards the 2008 American Presidential race where I have absolute views for Obama, and against McCain. Several oceans away, I'm hoping that the younger, smarter man will win the highest office in the U S of A. If you disagree, I will not immediately dismiss you as stupid, but maybe listen to you for a really short bit.
I would instead point you to really go listen a bit to the debates.
McCain calls Palin a 'breath of fresh air'. I am going to vomit.
But my appetite has been salvaged by an American's remark that 'Sarah Palin should be in comedy, not economy'.
This whole affair has taught us that we should really keep our mouth shut about things we don't really know at all.
I also think that the Western world has poor understanding of the Orient, but wants to apply their ideas of liberty like a blanket throughout Asia, like they tried with democracy in Iraq.
They're smothering Asian qualities.
Otherwise, I'm concerned about the amount of muscle that is my bicep.
I'm thinking that a lot of Churches are mis-led; are misleading.
I think that the Opposition in Singapore have wrongful ideas and are simply not up to the task of governance. We have no time for trial and error, and all the Opposition have are ideas and promises.
I think that love is not selfish, and if selfishness is enmeshed with whatever feelings you're having now, it can't be love.
Lastly, people hear what they want to hear and see what they want to see.
I'm a Lamborghini that can go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.
I just cannot marshall my mental workings into a simple language that is dense enough for the normal human being to comprehend and digest.
So in short, I blame my consideration and love for the common man for my silence.
I'm attentive towards the 2008 American Presidential race where I have absolute views for Obama, and against McCain. Several oceans away, I'm hoping that the younger, smarter man will win the highest office in the U S of A. If you disagree, I will not immediately dismiss you as stupid, but maybe listen to you for a really short bit.
I would instead point you to really go listen a bit to the debates.
McCain calls Palin a 'breath of fresh air'. I am going to vomit.
But my appetite has been salvaged by an American's remark that 'Sarah Palin should be in comedy, not economy'.
This whole affair has taught us that we should really keep our mouth shut about things we don't really know at all.
I also think that the Western world has poor understanding of the Orient, but wants to apply their ideas of liberty like a blanket throughout Asia, like they tried with democracy in Iraq.
They're smothering Asian qualities.
Otherwise, I'm concerned about the amount of muscle that is my bicep.
I'm thinking that a lot of Churches are mis-led; are misleading.
I think that the Opposition in Singapore have wrongful ideas and are simply not up to the task of governance. We have no time for trial and error, and all the Opposition have are ideas and promises.
I think that love is not selfish, and if selfishness is enmeshed with whatever feelings you're having now, it can't be love.
Lastly, people hear what they want to hear and see what they want to see.
I'm a Lamborghini that can go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds.
Monday, September 22, 2008
You know how when you are on a bus, especially a crowded one, some person starts yelling at students and our supposed reluctance to move to the back of the class. I get really annoyed.
My annoyance is two-pronged. First, it is directed at these self-righteous members of the bus-riding populace targetting students. Second, it is also from the unwise students who do not move in and give the people in Category A ammunition.
I have a question: Why do people rile at students on the bus instead of older commuters like them who are also blocking the way and refusing to move in?
Strange isn't it? When we ride on the bus as students, there will sometimes be a loud-mouth who takes the onus upon himself to lecture us and yell for us to move. But when you take the bus at a slightly later time like about 0745, where all the uniformed students are gone and the bus is still crowded, and this time, the mess is made up of diverse people who are working adults or Polytechnic students. It would be even more crowded then, but nobody speaks up.
When we are uniformed and in a large group and have an identity, unlike the formless everyday strangers we have on public transport, we are glaring objects that can be hit if you wanted to throw something at us. We are also seen as juvenile, ignorant whereas they are learned and cultured and are qualified to give us correction.
And so, we are targetted.
I have this to say.
Students, please get smart fast. Just move in to the back. Before you get down, push and shove your way violently through all these hateful people who believe they are righteous.
Loud-mouths in Category A, you may yell at us students if I do see you yell at your adult bus-riders at 0745.
Image credit: http://www.objectsandpixels.com/indy/main?type=byDate&filter=March%202005
I took the picture from a site called Object and Pixels. I do hope they take it as a compliment and do not sue me. I really like the colour and relevance of this great artpiece to what I was saying above.
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I have a treatise on Women that was inspired by the females I've had the (mis)fortune to be around and live with. It is a rather broad category of people that have led to this.
To any feminist Internet watch-dog, I am not a chauvinist.
On the contrary, I love women-many of them in-fact, and agree that they are suitable for nurturing and leadership roles. But you will have to conceded that my treatise has some substance.
Here goes:
Women are the most difficult organism to fathom and to please. Every woman wants something different and the things they want have to, and are even more different at every different time.
Confusing?
They have a wider spectrum of moods which blossoms with no schedule and can morph to become furious, ferocious entities that are cousins to demons. Maybe even closer relatives.
They want men to understand them and share their thoughts but do not help them along.
They cry, they stomp, they scream, rage and shout. They have non-specific expectations, but specific demands that aren't specific enough for us.
They may laugh, they may simper, they may dazzle but it is questionable whether this smiling dazzling woman is the real woman you are getting or is it one of her many modes.
Women are scary.
They are a bundle of distress and trauma packaged beautifully to make up a friendly visual. The real contents slowly unfurl when you've embraced this gift.
Yet we are obligated and also programmed to love and desire them.
"Women, what do they want?"-Sigmund Freud allegedly, on his death bed.
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Managed to run again, with my new headset in place, which provided constant loud tunes and permitted no lapse in my resolve which prevented me from carrying out my runs like I intended to. I suspect I met a familiar person while I was out today.
It breaks my heart that I did not stop to exercise my good manners.
The pounding in my head, above my ears and the free perspiring was really feelgood.
Everybody should kick their own butts into action and really just run.
In parting,
Enjoy what's left of the evening.
If you have exams, I will not say foolish, vain hopeful words.
The results are directly proportional to the product of your natural intelligence and good old hardwork.
Good ol' hardwork needs to be of a higher magnitude, because our belief in our own natural intelligence incurs a deficit.
But while you toil, one important factor that contributes to our emotional stability and mental sanctity, you definitely must have humour. I am a generous contributor.
The Simpsons are an absolute funny.
I like this kinda funky tune. Induces a good mood.
This suggests that Hitler is the real owner of Manchester United.
I strongly insist you watch it.
Au revoir.
My annoyance is two-pronged. First, it is directed at these self-righteous members of the bus-riding populace targetting students. Second, it is also from the unwise students who do not move in and give the people in Category A ammunition.
I have a question: Why do people rile at students on the bus instead of older commuters like them who are also blocking the way and refusing to move in?
Strange isn't it? When we ride on the bus as students, there will sometimes be a loud-mouth who takes the onus upon himself to lecture us and yell for us to move. But when you take the bus at a slightly later time like about 0745, where all the uniformed students are gone and the bus is still crowded, and this time, the mess is made up of diverse people who are working adults or Polytechnic students. It would be even more crowded then, but nobody speaks up.
When we are uniformed and in a large group and have an identity, unlike the formless everyday strangers we have on public transport, we are glaring objects that can be hit if you wanted to throw something at us. We are also seen as juvenile, ignorant whereas they are learned and cultured and are qualified to give us correction.
And so, we are targetted.
I have this to say.
Students, please get smart fast. Just move in to the back. Before you get down, push and shove your way violently through all these hateful people who believe they are righteous.
Loud-mouths in Category A, you may yell at us students if I do see you yell at your adult bus-riders at 0745.
Image credit: http://www.objectsandpixels.com/indy/main?type=byDate&filter=March%202005
I took the picture from a site called Object and Pixels. I do hope they take it as a compliment and do not sue me. I really like the colour and relevance of this great artpiece to what I was saying above.
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I have a treatise on Women that was inspired by the females I've had the (mis)fortune to be around and live with. It is a rather broad category of people that have led to this.
To any feminist Internet watch-dog, I am not a chauvinist.
On the contrary, I love women-many of them in-fact, and agree that they are suitable for nurturing and leadership roles. But you will have to conceded that my treatise has some substance.
Here goes:
Women are the most difficult organism to fathom and to please. Every woman wants something different and the things they want have to, and are even more different at every different time.
Confusing?
They have a wider spectrum of moods which blossoms with no schedule and can morph to become furious, ferocious entities that are cousins to demons. Maybe even closer relatives.
They want men to understand them and share their thoughts but do not help them along.
They cry, they stomp, they scream, rage and shout. They have non-specific expectations, but specific demands that aren't specific enough for us.
They may laugh, they may simper, they may dazzle but it is questionable whether this smiling dazzling woman is the real woman you are getting or is it one of her many modes.
Women are scary.
They are a bundle of distress and trauma packaged beautifully to make up a friendly visual. The real contents slowly unfurl when you've embraced this gift.
Yet we are obligated and also programmed to love and desire them.
"Women, what do they want?"-Sigmund Freud allegedly, on his death bed.
*
Managed to run again, with my new headset in place, which provided constant loud tunes and permitted no lapse in my resolve which prevented me from carrying out my runs like I intended to. I suspect I met a familiar person while I was out today.
It breaks my heart that I did not stop to exercise my good manners.
The pounding in my head, above my ears and the free perspiring was really feelgood.
Everybody should kick their own butts into action and really just run.
In parting,
Enjoy what's left of the evening.
If you have exams, I will not say foolish, vain hopeful words.
The results are directly proportional to the product of your natural intelligence and good old hardwork.
Good ol' hardwork needs to be of a higher magnitude, because our belief in our own natural intelligence incurs a deficit.
But while you toil, one important factor that contributes to our emotional stability and mental sanctity, you definitely must have humour. I am a generous contributor.
The Simpsons are an absolute funny.
I like this kinda funky tune. Induces a good mood.
This suggests that Hitler is the real owner of Manchester United.
I strongly insist you watch it.
Au revoir.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I shall endeavour to construct my post about the alphabet d.
D
I was dreaming; I have been dreaming unreal things these few nights and they have made me eager to fall asleep, which I had trouble doing during the exam spell. I reminder writing once that dreams give direction; are unbridled expression of our less public-friendly illusions and also a mad cocktail of the most diverse things.
I enjoy dreaming, and sometimes before I go to sleep I try and focus on the scenes that I want to unfurl and play through the night.
I'll include narrative excerpts from some of my nighttime wanderings. If it's not palatable to you, you should move on.
Overhead, it seemed like a parting cloud had shifted into the line where the hostile sun beamed onto them. The quick grace of chill cleared some headiness and instigated the first boy to pedal harder. His skinny bike carried also his friend who was extremely uncomfortable, both physically and also in dignity, to have to ride pillion like this. He looked up and saw that a large silhouette almost as far away and the same size as the sun loomed over them. An invisible fist gripped the spot in his chest which he thought where his heart was. His hands went cold.
Hurry up, he told his friend and driver.
Shut up-I already am going faster, the pedaller said angrily.
The rider looked back at the giant form and realised that it was a bird, and it was not a harmless bird. Nothing funny about that. He already knew it was big bird, and a bird of prey. The thing veered nearer, and he saw that it was really BIG. Oh f-, he spent one word on cussing. Pedalling boy did not bother to respond, but grunted as he tried to shift both their weights into quicker movement.
The bird above screeched. It was loud, piercing and very illuminating. Pedalling boy spared one look and the sight of the large eagle-thing gave him new strength. The rider held on to him. There was nothing homosexual about their embrace.
What the hell is that, he shouted. An effing bird, he was shouted back at. Go for the void deck, he pointed, and the pedaller listened and turn into a small path leading into the dimmer void deck of the block of flats. They dove into the void deck, just as the bird plunged down onto them and missed. They saw huge talons which could wrap around both their waists combined hiss by them.
The talons touched on the pavement, and lightly pushed off again.
Shit, the first to get up said.
Shit, the one holding the bike handlebars agreed. They knew that the big bird couldn't get to them while they remained under the large block of flats and away from the outside. They slowly pushed the bike and snuck glances up at the sky. They only felt safe if the bird was in sight. Keeping track of the bird would be difficult, and the eagle-thing weaved in and out of view. They came to a break, where the road was uncovered by any shelter. They had to run across.
A food place was there, and the back door was okay. It was quite a long way to run, and they surely would be spotted and taken. But they had no choice. On three, they dashed across, the pedaller still not willing to let go of the bicycle. Its frame writhed and hit him over and over as he ran. Hurry, the rider said. Drop the bike. No, the other grunted and held on. A massive shadow blossomed over them. It was the eagle-thing. They were almost there.
The faster runner made it through and turned to see his friend still pulling his bike along. He reached and pulled his friend in, and the bike hit the small doorway and was rejected out. The pedaller plunged in and the talons scratched at the doorway, almost brushing them. The first one across took a basket of spoons and hurled it at the bird. SPOONS!? the biker screamed at his buddy. They ran.
They navigated through the network of HDB flat void decks, and each took the roles of watching out left and right for the talons. The talons which could separate themselves from themselves. Charming. They ran and ran and almost hit two girls. The girls turned and the rider saw that both of them were his classmates, and it was misfortune that they were in this also. Get away from the outside, he warned. Why, they asked. He pointed at the flying eagle-thing outside and some of their confusion cleared. They crossed under a shelter and reached the next block. The eagle-thing was more visible, and the rider drove the girls and his buddy across. On the next block, he saw more friends he knew and he shouted for them to stay down.
They almost refused, until the eagle-thing swooped and nearly made away with one of them. They shrunk towards the centre of the void deck with the chair and tables. The rider mused for a minute and decided that this was his dream. And in his dream he deserved control. He should have a shotgun. He thought for another second, and a long, stiff shotgun with two barrels was in his grasp. He took it, cocked it and walked calmly outside. His friends cried warnings, but he ignored them. He went out into the road and knelt, and took aim.
The eagle-thing came boldly, and he fired just once.
And it was over.
I woke up. The fear I felt was genuine and I never got to see the bird/eagle-thing really, but I suspected it was based on a Pokemon. Ah. I have a brilliant mind and a tendency for heroics even when I'm non-conscious.
The other night I dreamt that I was Arvil Lavinge's boyfriend, and she was giving an interview outside my house, and I was impatient for her to ditch the pesky reporters and come to me. I strive to amuse myself. If you are amused also along the way, then good for you. I need a hieroglyphics translator to decipher this long dreaming.
I'm not being deliberately cryptic, but dreams shed meaning, I guess (and hope).
*
I think that in everyone of us, there is a dormant potential which we have not tapped into, and we must dig deep to unplug it. Once we've done it, we'll move mountains and part seas.
We need to master ourselves, and one route is self-denial. It's not denying that you haven't stolen a certain object, but rather not letting yourself gain access to gratification like that video games, like that short lapse of rest which all seems very inviting when you are caught up in the drudgery (work that is hard, menial, or tiresome) of work.
The things that are hard to do, cannot receive our numerous thoughts and considerations-'Should I do this? It's hard, yes. I'm not sure I can-' And then you falter. You must plunge yourself and dive into the thick of things.
*
The thing that draws derision from me is the dismal state of delinquency today, where young punks turn their energies into rebelling against everything and most things. I might be prejudiced, but I've often seen loud-mouthed 14 year olds who walk with the air of invincibility. Every sentence they say will include an utterance of a swear word, which is neither used appropriately or artfully.
A horde of these people congregate and strut, backed by their numbers and engage in what the law enforcement will call, 'gang activity'. My view about them is terminal and I despise them. Everything about them is childish-their purpose, their methods, and their people. Wasting their lives, I call it. Squandering their youth.
These people are essentially cowards when alone and away from their comrades, would not dare to engage in their regular operations of starting and getting into fights.
I sometimes amuse myself by imagining that I am teaching some of them a lesson.
Not necessarily a physical one.
My words and opinion might be provocation, but I seriously doubt if they can decode the waffle and understand that I am being a severe critic about their functional ways. My sophistry is God-given and exclusive.
My solution to this gang problem:
Nab all these people and make them work for dough so they may be useful people who benefit the entire community, instead of causing disturbances. Turn them into good men with good sense. Not easy though.
On a side note since we've come to discussing this social problem, I'm a semi-elistist. I see the sense behind the elitist school of thought, but I also see that tact and compassion are missing in it. Worthiness can be measured by ability and credentials, but we miss out on the importance of a good heart that bolsters these good qualities a hundred-fold. Unfortunately, the heart cannot be seen clearly in a short time, because it is covered up by many layers of flesh and also a deceptive hologram that is the image we all project.
*
I've been reading quite a bit these days and have been cowed by the literary prowess of Eoin Colfer and Dean Koontz and will have almost given up the idea of being a writer when I'm older. I've devoured Twilight Eyes, Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox, and Michael Crichton's NEXT. Perhaps they are the reason why I'm so talkative today.
I recommend the above books for a good read, but I suggest before you get your hands on The Time Paradox, you better read Eoin Colfer's prequels first. Google it-the Internet is powerful.
This maiden is Liu Yun, who's a model from China and starrs in the 2008 remake of the Duke of Mount Deer as Mu Jian Ping. Me thinks she's really cute.
I will not talk about weights training today, because we all need some time off to stay fresh and excited all over again.
I've lost steam, and I think its justified because I've said a lot.
I only have the following references for you to peruse and hopefully enjoy and laugh.
This is from Who's Line is it Anyway?
Wayne Brady is singing a song in MJ style.
This is a compilation of great Hoedowns.
This is for people who are familiar with the Terminator story and also Jesus' story.
This is a really cool acapella group in the University of Oregon.
Finis.
D
I was dreaming; I have been dreaming unreal things these few nights and they have made me eager to fall asleep, which I had trouble doing during the exam spell. I reminder writing once that dreams give direction; are unbridled expression of our less public-friendly illusions and also a mad cocktail of the most diverse things.
I enjoy dreaming, and sometimes before I go to sleep I try and focus on the scenes that I want to unfurl and play through the night.
I'll include narrative excerpts from some of my nighttime wanderings. If it's not palatable to you, you should move on.
Overhead, it seemed like a parting cloud had shifted into the line where the hostile sun beamed onto them. The quick grace of chill cleared some headiness and instigated the first boy to pedal harder. His skinny bike carried also his friend who was extremely uncomfortable, both physically and also in dignity, to have to ride pillion like this. He looked up and saw that a large silhouette almost as far away and the same size as the sun loomed over them. An invisible fist gripped the spot in his chest which he thought where his heart was. His hands went cold.
Hurry up, he told his friend and driver.
Shut up-I already am going faster, the pedaller said angrily.
The rider looked back at the giant form and realised that it was a bird, and it was not a harmless bird. Nothing funny about that. He already knew it was big bird, and a bird of prey. The thing veered nearer, and he saw that it was really BIG. Oh f-, he spent one word on cussing. Pedalling boy did not bother to respond, but grunted as he tried to shift both their weights into quicker movement.
The bird above screeched. It was loud, piercing and very illuminating. Pedalling boy spared one look and the sight of the large eagle-thing gave him new strength. The rider held on to him. There was nothing homosexual about their embrace.
What the hell is that, he shouted. An effing bird, he was shouted back at. Go for the void deck, he pointed, and the pedaller listened and turn into a small path leading into the dimmer void deck of the block of flats. They dove into the void deck, just as the bird plunged down onto them and missed. They saw huge talons which could wrap around both their waists combined hiss by them.
The talons touched on the pavement, and lightly pushed off again.
Shit, the first to get up said.
Shit, the one holding the bike handlebars agreed. They knew that the big bird couldn't get to them while they remained under the large block of flats and away from the outside. They slowly pushed the bike and snuck glances up at the sky. They only felt safe if the bird was in sight. Keeping track of the bird would be difficult, and the eagle-thing weaved in and out of view. They came to a break, where the road was uncovered by any shelter. They had to run across.
A food place was there, and the back door was okay. It was quite a long way to run, and they surely would be spotted and taken. But they had no choice. On three, they dashed across, the pedaller still not willing to let go of the bicycle. Its frame writhed and hit him over and over as he ran. Hurry, the rider said. Drop the bike. No, the other grunted and held on. A massive shadow blossomed over them. It was the eagle-thing. They were almost there.
The faster runner made it through and turned to see his friend still pulling his bike along. He reached and pulled his friend in, and the bike hit the small doorway and was rejected out. The pedaller plunged in and the talons scratched at the doorway, almost brushing them. The first one across took a basket of spoons and hurled it at the bird. SPOONS!? the biker screamed at his buddy. They ran.
They navigated through the network of HDB flat void decks, and each took the roles of watching out left and right for the talons. The talons which could separate themselves from themselves. Charming. They ran and ran and almost hit two girls. The girls turned and the rider saw that both of them were his classmates, and it was misfortune that they were in this also. Get away from the outside, he warned. Why, they asked. He pointed at the flying eagle-thing outside and some of their confusion cleared. They crossed under a shelter and reached the next block. The eagle-thing was more visible, and the rider drove the girls and his buddy across. On the next block, he saw more friends he knew and he shouted for them to stay down.
They almost refused, until the eagle-thing swooped and nearly made away with one of them. They shrunk towards the centre of the void deck with the chair and tables. The rider mused for a minute and decided that this was his dream. And in his dream he deserved control. He should have a shotgun. He thought for another second, and a long, stiff shotgun with two barrels was in his grasp. He took it, cocked it and walked calmly outside. His friends cried warnings, but he ignored them. He went out into the road and knelt, and took aim.
The eagle-thing came boldly, and he fired just once.
And it was over.
I woke up. The fear I felt was genuine and I never got to see the bird/eagle-thing really, but I suspected it was based on a Pokemon. Ah. I have a brilliant mind and a tendency for heroics even when I'm non-conscious.
The other night I dreamt that I was Arvil Lavinge's boyfriend, and she was giving an interview outside my house, and I was impatient for her to ditch the pesky reporters and come to me. I strive to amuse myself. If you are amused also along the way, then good for you. I need a hieroglyphics translator to decipher this long dreaming.
I'm not being deliberately cryptic, but dreams shed meaning, I guess (and hope).
*
I think that in everyone of us, there is a dormant potential which we have not tapped into, and we must dig deep to unplug it. Once we've done it, we'll move mountains and part seas.
We need to master ourselves, and one route is self-denial. It's not denying that you haven't stolen a certain object, but rather not letting yourself gain access to gratification like that video games, like that short lapse of rest which all seems very inviting when you are caught up in the drudgery (work that is hard, menial, or tiresome) of work.
The things that are hard to do, cannot receive our numerous thoughts and considerations-'Should I do this? It's hard, yes. I'm not sure I can-' And then you falter. You must plunge yourself and dive into the thick of things.
*
The thing that draws derision from me is the dismal state of delinquency today, where young punks turn their energies into rebelling against everything and most things. I might be prejudiced, but I've often seen loud-mouthed 14 year olds who walk with the air of invincibility. Every sentence they say will include an utterance of a swear word, which is neither used appropriately or artfully.
A horde of these people congregate and strut, backed by their numbers and engage in what the law enforcement will call, 'gang activity'. My view about them is terminal and I despise them. Everything about them is childish-their purpose, their methods, and their people. Wasting their lives, I call it. Squandering their youth.
These people are essentially cowards when alone and away from their comrades, would not dare to engage in their regular operations of starting and getting into fights.
I sometimes amuse myself by imagining that I am teaching some of them a lesson.
Not necessarily a physical one.
My words and opinion might be provocation, but I seriously doubt if they can decode the waffle and understand that I am being a severe critic about their functional ways. My sophistry is God-given and exclusive.
My solution to this gang problem:
Nab all these people and make them work for dough so they may be useful people who benefit the entire community, instead of causing disturbances. Turn them into good men with good sense. Not easy though.
On a side note since we've come to discussing this social problem, I'm a semi-elistist. I see the sense behind the elitist school of thought, but I also see that tact and compassion are missing in it. Worthiness can be measured by ability and credentials, but we miss out on the importance of a good heart that bolsters these good qualities a hundred-fold. Unfortunately, the heart cannot be seen clearly in a short time, because it is covered up by many layers of flesh and also a deceptive hologram that is the image we all project.
*
I've been reading quite a bit these days and have been cowed by the literary prowess of Eoin Colfer and Dean Koontz and will have almost given up the idea of being a writer when I'm older. I've devoured Twilight Eyes, Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox, and Michael Crichton's NEXT. Perhaps they are the reason why I'm so talkative today.
I recommend the above books for a good read, but I suggest before you get your hands on The Time Paradox, you better read Eoin Colfer's prequels first. Google it-the Internet is powerful.
This maiden is Liu Yun, who's a model from China and starrs in the 2008 remake of the Duke of Mount Deer as Mu Jian Ping. Me thinks she's really cute.
I will not talk about weights training today, because we all need some time off to stay fresh and excited all over again.
I've lost steam, and I think its justified because I've said a lot.
I only have the following references for you to peruse and hopefully enjoy and laugh.
This is from Who's Line is it Anyway?
Wayne Brady is singing a song in MJ style.
This is a compilation of great Hoedowns.
This is for people who are familiar with the Terminator story and also Jesus' story.
This is a really cool acapella group in the University of Oregon.
Finis.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
I think I count on people to inspire me, or to rouse me into activity.
This post is stirred by Crystal's blog, though it cannot be said that we deal with the same subject matter.
We, comprising of Jeremy, Dicky, Crystal and myself, had a slightly less unhealthy lunch at SUBWAY eat flesh. I don't use the label 'healthy' because it is off the mark. People are misled by the associations of sandwiches being health food because of the green lettuce and capsicum, and the bright red tomatoes. It's just decoration.
Decoration misles. We get drawn away from the real content as a result of this. I myself think that the link between SUBWAY and make-up is rather faint, but I will lend this opportunity to talk about make-up. Make-up is also decoration, but it is meant to eccentuate and not cover up, ain't it. So I think it is horrible if people (not only females use make-up) become reliant on make-up and are afraid to venture outdoors without it.
The four of us talked about so many broad topics. We first began with religion, and strayed to race, and then the difference between guys and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (I resolve to watch the sitcom.) We talked about sex, which strangely was brought on by Crystal's 'innocent' remark on wanting to check out Geylang's red light district.
I recommend that you be extremely bold or prepare a disguise before you head on down, in case a local newspaper that is widely read decides to do a feature on prostitution and snaps a picture with an 80% identifiable you on the spread.
Jeremy is super impressive in keeping things that should not be revealed, not strictly secrets. But please do not hound him with your problems, because he could be overwhelmed. He made me laugh severely with his jab at Crystal about bestiality. I remember I made a jibe at Dicky about him being a girl also. It's a small bit of payback.
It was not a bad way to spend some hours and in such company.
*
I think I am beginning to lean towards moderation, like what Jane Austen seems to advocate and also that fellow in 'Enemy of the People'. I think he is called Aslaksen.
This applies to my views on ethics and also with respect to the divide of the Church between charismatic and not-as-charismatic. Taking a pronounced stand exposes you to more hits.
Also, I'd better not broadcast my views about any violently debatable issue in case I pursue politics in future, which seems viable because my sister says I'm a scheming asshole with a penchant for power plays and all that. Because if I am like a Presidential candidate who at firsts express support for something as big as the war in Iraq and then change my mind when the war turns bad later, I wouldn't be a very credible would I?
But then again, voters, uneducated voters have goldfish memory.
I might be growing timid. I now prefer to suppress divisiveness until it is too late.
Timidity is an appendage of age?
I go against the above when now I wonder-what is our concept of (a) God?
It seems like we want a God who doesn't limit our activities and safeguards us, while granting us wishes. This God we want will have to understand and adopt our perspective and fuel our lifestyle and beliefs which are unique, erractic and very human (undivine).
So I conclude we want a fairy godmother and not a God.
*
I gave my new observation to Megan over the weekend, and it probably is harsh and unkind.
I think that people are all rotten; it's just how much we can bear the stench.
But I think it is fundamentally accurate, because few people can tolerate each of our individual eccentricites like putting back the toilet seat, capping the toothpaste, flatulence, the way we speak and gesticulate etcetera unless they love us. Or they have the allele for resistance to these sort of things.
I strangely have nothing to offer to people who are sports-orientated.
Maybe the Olympic games and regular training has saturated my interest and inhibits my expression.
I now want strong shoulders.
So I would be able to do this.
I love the tranquility at night. It's a shame that we are diurnal.
This is a new article that is called the Lamborghini Reventón. It's the most powerful Lamborghini car to date and costs 1 million euros. Only 20 cars will be released for sale, they say. The internal components are directly taken from the Murcielago LP640, but the exterior is inspired by the F-22 Raptor.
We mortals will not be able to take possession of it, so our only next available course of action would be to gawk.
I believe this is the same with some females also.
This post is stirred by Crystal's blog, though it cannot be said that we deal with the same subject matter.
We, comprising of Jeremy, Dicky, Crystal and myself, had a slightly less unhealthy lunch at SUBWAY eat flesh. I don't use the label 'healthy' because it is off the mark. People are misled by the associations of sandwiches being health food because of the green lettuce and capsicum, and the bright red tomatoes. It's just decoration.
Decoration misles. We get drawn away from the real content as a result of this. I myself think that the link between SUBWAY and make-up is rather faint, but I will lend this opportunity to talk about make-up. Make-up is also decoration, but it is meant to eccentuate and not cover up, ain't it. So I think it is horrible if people (not only females use make-up) become reliant on make-up and are afraid to venture outdoors without it.
The four of us talked about so many broad topics. We first began with religion, and strayed to race, and then the difference between guys and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (I resolve to watch the sitcom.) We talked about sex, which strangely was brought on by Crystal's 'innocent' remark on wanting to check out Geylang's red light district.
I recommend that you be extremely bold or prepare a disguise before you head on down, in case a local newspaper that is widely read decides to do a feature on prostitution and snaps a picture with an 80% identifiable you on the spread.
Jeremy is super impressive in keeping things that should not be revealed, not strictly secrets. But please do not hound him with your problems, because he could be overwhelmed. He made me laugh severely with his jab at Crystal about bestiality. I remember I made a jibe at Dicky about him being a girl also. It's a small bit of payback.
It was not a bad way to spend some hours and in such company.
*
I think I am beginning to lean towards moderation, like what Jane Austen seems to advocate and also that fellow in 'Enemy of the People'. I think he is called Aslaksen.
This applies to my views on ethics and also with respect to the divide of the Church between charismatic and not-as-charismatic. Taking a pronounced stand exposes you to more hits.
Also, I'd better not broadcast my views about any violently debatable issue in case I pursue politics in future, which seems viable because my sister says I'm a scheming asshole with a penchant for power plays and all that. Because if I am like a Presidential candidate who at firsts express support for something as big as the war in Iraq and then change my mind when the war turns bad later, I wouldn't be a very credible would I?
But then again, voters, uneducated voters have goldfish memory.
I might be growing timid. I now prefer to suppress divisiveness until it is too late.
Timidity is an appendage of age?
I go against the above when now I wonder-what is our concept of (a) God?
It seems like we want a God who doesn't limit our activities and safeguards us, while granting us wishes. This God we want will have to understand and adopt our perspective and fuel our lifestyle and beliefs which are unique, erractic and very human (undivine).
So I conclude we want a fairy godmother and not a God.
*
I gave my new observation to Megan over the weekend, and it probably is harsh and unkind.
I think that people are all rotten; it's just how much we can bear the stench.
But I think it is fundamentally accurate, because few people can tolerate each of our individual eccentricites like putting back the toilet seat, capping the toothpaste, flatulence, the way we speak and gesticulate etcetera unless they love us. Or they have the allele for resistance to these sort of things.
I strangely have nothing to offer to people who are sports-orientated.
Maybe the Olympic games and regular training has saturated my interest and inhibits my expression.
I now want strong shoulders.
So I would be able to do this.
I love the tranquility at night. It's a shame that we are diurnal.
This is a new article that is called the Lamborghini Reventón. It's the most powerful Lamborghini car to date and costs 1 million euros. Only 20 cars will be released for sale, they say. The internal components are directly taken from the Murcielago LP640, but the exterior is inspired by the F-22 Raptor.
We mortals will not be able to take possession of it, so our only next available course of action would be to gawk.
I believe this is the same with some females also.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I don't think I will be saying very much in the weeks to come.
I blame a lack of stimulus and a drought in eloquence. That is not to say that there isn't anything interesting going on. I do in-fact have things to expel out of my cluttered brain which is like a 24-hour high-tech facility. The numerous processes that span my grey and white matter are astounding and I suspect the world sees only a lighter shade of my brilliance.
You should probably be used to my self-awareness by now.
I would like to share about how I woke up in the midst of a violent dream involving me and a particular individual whom I do not like and enrolled into Karate training for the wrong reasons. He is part of a gang and has a superiority complex which unlike mine, is based on nothing but invisible air.
I cannot express how I despise gangsters who spend their time in this way, beating up people and behaving like they are the big sharks in a small pond.
I've long wanted to admonish these fools who while their youth in such a fashion. I have more to say about their folly.
I do not really enjoy roughing up people outside of training because the human body is frail even if it is resilient. And it can both sustain and inflict grievous hurt.
I would like to sell my training methods, which have culminated in larger biceps and other assorted muscles since I've started on my workout.
I would like to say that the relations between people should not be fully bridged unless you're sure that that person will live his or her life for a long time with you. Persons who deserve inclusions should be your spouse and your sibling. I remember Shez saying that sibling rivalry is intriguing because you don't have to apologise to each other after a quarrel.
'People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard fillings'-Dr. Cox in Scrubs.
I would like to express how much disbelief I have in human relationships and maybe plant subtle hints among my text to point towards what prompted me to speak about this.
I would like to tell the world to lay off Liu Xiang and lament that although he is still good, he is not great. The 110 metres hurdles aren't easy and that the Chinese people expect too much of a man who is not divinity but fallible and frail at times.
I would like to say that Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt are Champions, not in the Olympic sense, but in the 'best of the human race' sense. They are the prime specimens of what the peak human body can achieve and for this I revere them.
Phelps is amazing, but we must not forget John Lezak (top left), who aided him enormously in amassing two of his eight Golds.
Usain Bolt-I watched him run, and I'm convinced that he is the fastest man on earth. He broke the World Record he himself set in Athens four years ago easily.
I would also like to say that my all-seeing eye has also caught sight of the graceful gymnasts and I've been in love about 8 times.
Alicia Sacramone is my new heartthrob. Even if you take a liking to her, your fancies of her must stop right now, or I will slay you. Even if she didn't perform like we thought she would, she is still fantastic.
I'm a bit surprised that in wanting to say all the above and thinking that I was not to write on, I actually finished.
I blame a lack of stimulus and a drought in eloquence. That is not to say that there isn't anything interesting going on. I do in-fact have things to expel out of my cluttered brain which is like a 24-hour high-tech facility. The numerous processes that span my grey and white matter are astounding and I suspect the world sees only a lighter shade of my brilliance.
You should probably be used to my self-awareness by now.
I would like to share about how I woke up in the midst of a violent dream involving me and a particular individual whom I do not like and enrolled into Karate training for the wrong reasons. He is part of a gang and has a superiority complex which unlike mine, is based on nothing but invisible air.
I cannot express how I despise gangsters who spend their time in this way, beating up people and behaving like they are the big sharks in a small pond.
I've long wanted to admonish these fools who while their youth in such a fashion. I have more to say about their folly.
I do not really enjoy roughing up people outside of training because the human body is frail even if it is resilient. And it can both sustain and inflict grievous hurt.
I would like to sell my training methods, which have culminated in larger biceps and other assorted muscles since I've started on my workout.
I would like to say that the relations between people should not be fully bridged unless you're sure that that person will live his or her life for a long time with you. Persons who deserve inclusions should be your spouse and your sibling. I remember Shez saying that sibling rivalry is intriguing because you don't have to apologise to each other after a quarrel.
'People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard fillings'-Dr. Cox in Scrubs.
I would like to express how much disbelief I have in human relationships and maybe plant subtle hints among my text to point towards what prompted me to speak about this.
I would like to tell the world to lay off Liu Xiang and lament that although he is still good, he is not great. The 110 metres hurdles aren't easy and that the Chinese people expect too much of a man who is not divinity but fallible and frail at times.
I would like to say that Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt are Champions, not in the Olympic sense, but in the 'best of the human race' sense. They are the prime specimens of what the peak human body can achieve and for this I revere them.
Phelps is amazing, but we must not forget John Lezak (top left), who aided him enormously in amassing two of his eight Golds.
Usain Bolt-I watched him run, and I'm convinced that he is the fastest man on earth. He broke the World Record he himself set in Athens four years ago easily.
I would also like to say that my all-seeing eye has also caught sight of the graceful gymnasts and I've been in love about 8 times.
Alicia Sacramone is my new heartthrob. Even if you take a liking to her, your fancies of her must stop right now, or I will slay you. Even if she didn't perform like we thought she would, she is still fantastic.
I'm a bit surprised that in wanting to say all the above and thinking that I was not to write on, I actually finished.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Saturday
It took to the combined influence of Megan, Hakim and the din at home to nudge me into getting out of the house on the wettest National Day for as far as someone with my youth can remember. I had gotten slightly miffed at missing the sun in the afternoon and only receiving the rain when I headed out for a slow run.
It was a gig by Dawn's Church friends at Marine Cove and I concur that it was good music, although I still think that the vocals could be made more outstanding if they turned the music down a little. But chiefly, I had a great time because of the other three men (Jem, Dicky and Hakim), and our laughs. I recall that I almost missed it, and I'm rather thankful I didn't.
It was a good night, but a pity that the fireworks were obscured by the buildings around.
I have been called entertaining. That's all?
I learnt that genuine encouragement and words have a massive impact on people. We should give everybody except ourselves a pat on the back once in a while.
Sunday
Kah Kee stood me up on our gym date because he wanted to catch the Olympics Hockey match, and it was mainly thanks to Zicong's stedfast accompaniment that saw me through the revamping of my workout. I relish the goodfeel succeeding a good pump even though the soreness pushes against my threshold sometimes.
For people who are obsessed about weights, please do not think that doing the same thing over and over again will get you stronger or build you up. Even if you vary the weight that you lift, your body is still going through the same procedure.
Our bodies excel in adapting, and increased strength and improved muscles are responses that arise for this adaptation. Once you've adapted, you will no longer reap the gains from before. Hence you must constantly confuse your muscles and give them different exercises so that you will still grow from your training.
I inserted only a little work into my day, which could be either seen as the last day of the week or a first day. It's all a matter of perspective. What is yours?
Monday
I am still writing my Monday. I am glad that I have the power to affect the present and effect the future. In striving to be the Champion of the World, I must seize it.
If the Lord permits, today will be extremely fruitful.
It took to the combined influence of Megan, Hakim and the din at home to nudge me into getting out of the house on the wettest National Day for as far as someone with my youth can remember. I had gotten slightly miffed at missing the sun in the afternoon and only receiving the rain when I headed out for a slow run.
It was a gig by Dawn's Church friends at Marine Cove and I concur that it was good music, although I still think that the vocals could be made more outstanding if they turned the music down a little. But chiefly, I had a great time because of the other three men (Jem, Dicky and Hakim), and our laughs. I recall that I almost missed it, and I'm rather thankful I didn't.
It was a good night, but a pity that the fireworks were obscured by the buildings around.
I have been called entertaining. That's all?
I learnt that genuine encouragement and words have a massive impact on people. We should give everybody except ourselves a pat on the back once in a while.
Sunday
Kah Kee stood me up on our gym date because he wanted to catch the Olympics Hockey match, and it was mainly thanks to Zicong's stedfast accompaniment that saw me through the revamping of my workout. I relish the goodfeel succeeding a good pump even though the soreness pushes against my threshold sometimes.
For people who are obsessed about weights, please do not think that doing the same thing over and over again will get you stronger or build you up. Even if you vary the weight that you lift, your body is still going through the same procedure.
Our bodies excel in adapting, and increased strength and improved muscles are responses that arise for this adaptation. Once you've adapted, you will no longer reap the gains from before. Hence you must constantly confuse your muscles and give them different exercises so that you will still grow from your training.
I inserted only a little work into my day, which could be either seen as the last day of the week or a first day. It's all a matter of perspective. What is yours?
Monday
I am still writing my Monday. I am glad that I have the power to affect the present and effect the future. In striving to be the Champion of the World, I must seize it.
If the Lord permits, today will be extremely fruitful.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
It's been three weeks and The Dark Knight sits securely at the helm of the charts, untouched by any of the other rising aspiring movies. My passion for this visual masterpiece is undimmed and I would probably say that it has mellowed out. I have chanced upon some netizen efforts to spruce up the sombre film with a decent amount of laughability.
The following are spoofs of familiar sequences from the movie.
But first, if you belong to one the unlucky minority who have not the luck to watch it in theatre yet or if you for some unexplained disease dislike the Batman franchise, do watch the proper trailer.
This is a spoof of the trailer. It's not fantastic but has a degree of hilarity.
The last one that I have to offer is my personal favourite. We all know that Christopher Nolan's Batman has linguistic problems that have been around since his origins in 2005's Batman Begins.
If you are an anomaly and find none of the above interesting, I am a little miffed, but will continue to charm you with my writing.
This is an eventful weekend, because it is our National Day and I must concede that although I do not always enjoy the morning singing, we must allow ourselves to be patriotic and also somewhat unabashed in congratulating ourselves on amassing 43 years of pseudo-democracy.
(Please do not be mistaken, I rather like this pseudo-democracy. It is a more pragmatic organization where we are also permitted to have our own illusions about government.)
I however have a query. At the height of prosperity, it seems that the only next stage is decline. If you were a subject of our education system and have studied Social Studies in Secondary 4, you would have recalled how Venetian society ended up. So the next direction for our nation is-?
It is also the 2008 Beijing Olympics which has been a mammoth event for the Chinese, and a contest between super atheletes. I am looking at Tyson Gay to outrun Bolt and Powell at the 100m event. I think that the only event that Singapore might loop a win would be at the Sailing events, judging from our performance at the Asian Games in Doha.
But oh look at me, being so bothered by these externalities.
Today was a really good day. The Math test was a non-issue (this does not mean that I did well), and I did all of the work that was tasked to me. Had a big lunch, which was the norm for me now, to gorge myself in the earlier break and avoid the hunger pangs later on.
Crystal found what I did in the Chem Revision Lecture extremely funny and couldn't stop laughing. This dude hit my head with his bulky bag when he walked past me on the higher row in LT 3 and so I played along and pretended I was hit bad. I lolled my head and rolled my eyes (according to Derek) and muttered incomprehensibly about the sick bay. I think Crystal couldn't control herself for about 15 mins.
I did mention Crystal was crazy.
The next most notable thing was the rain, which was whoa. It thwarted my intentions to run and be the active boy that I really am. Perfect conditions that precipitate for an early night. Lovely. I intend to treasure this rarity after I've finished watching Love Guru and the JJC Prelim Paper.
This is what the Love Guru says makes a man desirable:
Clarity
Organization
Charm
Knowledge
Enchante, like what the French would say. Or we could call it crude humour.
I take my leave hereafter because my computer is horribly slow and I have little love for functioning at crawl speeds.
Farewell.
The following are spoofs of familiar sequences from the movie.
But first, if you belong to one the unlucky minority who have not the luck to watch it in theatre yet or if you for some unexplained disease dislike the Batman franchise, do watch the proper trailer.
This is a spoof of the trailer. It's not fantastic but has a degree of hilarity.
The last one that I have to offer is my personal favourite. We all know that Christopher Nolan's Batman has linguistic problems that have been around since his origins in 2005's Batman Begins.
If you are an anomaly and find none of the above interesting, I am a little miffed, but will continue to charm you with my writing.
This is an eventful weekend, because it is our National Day and I must concede that although I do not always enjoy the morning singing, we must allow ourselves to be patriotic and also somewhat unabashed in congratulating ourselves on amassing 43 years of pseudo-democracy.
(Please do not be mistaken, I rather like this pseudo-democracy. It is a more pragmatic organization where we are also permitted to have our own illusions about government.)
I however have a query. At the height of prosperity, it seems that the only next stage is decline. If you were a subject of our education system and have studied Social Studies in Secondary 4, you would have recalled how Venetian society ended up. So the next direction for our nation is-?
It is also the 2008 Beijing Olympics which has been a mammoth event for the Chinese, and a contest between super atheletes. I am looking at Tyson Gay to outrun Bolt and Powell at the 100m event. I think that the only event that Singapore might loop a win would be at the Sailing events, judging from our performance at the Asian Games in Doha.
But oh look at me, being so bothered by these externalities.
Today was a really good day. The Math test was a non-issue (this does not mean that I did well), and I did all of the work that was tasked to me. Had a big lunch, which was the norm for me now, to gorge myself in the earlier break and avoid the hunger pangs later on.
Crystal found what I did in the Chem Revision Lecture extremely funny and couldn't stop laughing. This dude hit my head with his bulky bag when he walked past me on the higher row in LT 3 and so I played along and pretended I was hit bad. I lolled my head and rolled my eyes (according to Derek) and muttered incomprehensibly about the sick bay. I think Crystal couldn't control herself for about 15 mins.
I did mention Crystal was crazy.
The next most notable thing was the rain, which was whoa. It thwarted my intentions to run and be the active boy that I really am. Perfect conditions that precipitate for an early night. Lovely. I intend to treasure this rarity after I've finished watching Love Guru and the JJC Prelim Paper.
This is what the Love Guru says makes a man desirable:
Clarity
Organization
Charm
Knowledge
Enchante, like what the French would say. Or we could call it crude humour.
I take my leave hereafter because my computer is horribly slow and I have little love for functioning at crawl speeds.
Farewell.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
This morning I am immensely displeased.
I suffered a lousy night which was made even more unpleasant by the stifling heat and could hardly sleep.
This enraged me because rest succeeding a hard workout with the weights is vital for recovery and a night of interrupted sleep has hampered that, and also endangered my health.
Do you know that a night of interrupted sleep harms your heart?
Now you do.
At about 8 on a rare additional day of rest, my mother and sister have had an immense shouting match that necessitated me to get out of bed and get them to shut the hell up. I live in a den of lunatics. Recounting this makes me madder. If you can't beat them, join them. I had to descend to their level and shout back at them.
I'm disgusted by the lack of common sense and intelligence in this brood.
It seems that I have received a mega dose of all of it.
I have decided to head out for a swim, because my body needs to feel the fluidity and coolness of the water and also because I need a break from the half-wits at home. It is also maybe because a small bit of me thinks I deserve the outing when I've completed the E-learning rubbish for today. So I will value this day and get outside, where the sun is really burning.
Yesterday I met 2 beautiful girls on my way to the market to get breakfast for the rest of my idiot sisters. I would not normally have used such an non-complex label on them, but it fits the description currently.
The first was a girl from school whom I concur with the popular view that she is hot and I had the fortune of literally bumping into her on Friday while I was in a hurry to get Hakim's shirt for him. It was an unintentional and rather rough bump and I was very sorry. I still am. But maybe she had stationed herself in my way in order to win my attention and ultimately affection?
I wouldn't be too surprised if that is the case.
The second was a little girl of four who was nearly banged down by a fat person in the crowded market that I held her head to keep her from falling and she gave me a really sweet smile. Oh, I am charmed.
*
Since it was the Hungry Ghosts' Festival yesterday, I was a little bit afraid while walking home after training at night because I was carrying my tuna and yoghurt and in dire circumstances because the ghosts might snatch my muscle foods away from me. Oh dear.
Thank goodness I reached home without incident.
I suffered a lousy night which was made even more unpleasant by the stifling heat and could hardly sleep.
This enraged me because rest succeeding a hard workout with the weights is vital for recovery and a night of interrupted sleep has hampered that, and also endangered my health.
Do you know that a night of interrupted sleep harms your heart?
Now you do.
At about 8 on a rare additional day of rest, my mother and sister have had an immense shouting match that necessitated me to get out of bed and get them to shut the hell up. I live in a den of lunatics. Recounting this makes me madder. If you can't beat them, join them. I had to descend to their level and shout back at them.
I'm disgusted by the lack of common sense and intelligence in this brood.
It seems that I have received a mega dose of all of it.
I have decided to head out for a swim, because my body needs to feel the fluidity and coolness of the water and also because I need a break from the half-wits at home. It is also maybe because a small bit of me thinks I deserve the outing when I've completed the E-learning rubbish for today. So I will value this day and get outside, where the sun is really burning.
Yesterday I met 2 beautiful girls on my way to the market to get breakfast for the rest of my idiot sisters. I would not normally have used such an non-complex label on them, but it fits the description currently.
The first was a girl from school whom I concur with the popular view that she is hot and I had the fortune of literally bumping into her on Friday while I was in a hurry to get Hakim's shirt for him. It was an unintentional and rather rough bump and I was very sorry. I still am. But maybe she had stationed herself in my way in order to win my attention and ultimately affection?
I wouldn't be too surprised if that is the case.
The second was a little girl of four who was nearly banged down by a fat person in the crowded market that I held her head to keep her from falling and she gave me a really sweet smile. Oh, I am charmed.
*
Since it was the Hungry Ghosts' Festival yesterday, I was a little bit afraid while walking home after training at night because I was carrying my tuna and yoghurt and in dire circumstances because the ghosts might snatch my muscle foods away from me. Oh dear.
Thank goodness I reached home without incident.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
I would think that this post is unappealing to most of my readers, but I am moved to put it up here. I should have done this a long time ago.
It is a sermon made by preacher Paul Washer at the 2002 Youth Evangelism Conference where he spoke out against the errors in American Evangelism and their wrongful teachings, which can be seen also be seen everywhere else.
After he made this sermon, he was never invited back into the conference.
It's one-hour long, but it is not a bad way to spend a twenty-fourth of your day.
This has been very influential on my ideas which I would say aren't very popular.
View the video, and perhaps you might see the reason behind my ideas:
I am not a good follower of Christ, I have not attended Church that many times and I am a very wretched human being. We all are, but we who profess to be Christians and are still living our lives like a poor example should be cursed. I wrote about "walking in the way Jesus did" in January. I haven't done that. I keep God and the Bible at bay sometimes because I'm aware that He disapproves of my and our lifestyle.
I have little faith in Christian leaders and teachers today, and I have a severe dislike for mega churches. I question the qualifications of cell group leaders and I doubt the validacy of the teachings in Churches.
These people who are our leaders-they are spiritually superior or better off than the rest of us? Can we be sure that they are examples, good examples for us to use while we strive for Jesus' ultimate example? Does going through a course or displaying good knowledge of the Word serve as credentials for them to be leaders that will guide men?
And as for mega churches, when even within a cell group, it is hard to look after the spiritual growth of a handful, how can they provide guidance and genuinely care for the multitudes and masses that swarm into and fill the building or the conference hall.
I doubt the reasons why people go to Church. I doubt the reasons why people believe in Jesus.
People go to Church maybe because the boy or girl they like go to Church.
People go to Church because they like the music at the Church.
People go to Church because they have been going since ever.
People go to Church to socialize.
People go to Church because the speaker is funny.
People go to Church because they get free food.
People go to Church because it is a pretty okay way to spend some of your day.
People go to Church for acceptance.
People go to Church for reassurance.
People go to Church because there's air-conditioning...
Why do people believe in God and in Jesus and become well, believers?
I've heard because God gives us strength, God loves us for who we are and God forgives us. God gives us blessings, God gives us reassurance and comfort that He is around and will not let bad things happen to us.
Bollocks.
The only valid reason that we should believe in Jesus and in God is that He died for us on the cross in an excruciating way to redeem us so that we might be recounciled with God.
What does it mean to be a Christian?
The expectation of a Christian is to be a follower of Christ. I believe that we will be asked to give our lives to and for Him. Would you die for somebody who will and who has died for you? We will have to do the same for our Lord.
More than being believers, we must be followers.
I am/ we are not there. But since we know this, should we just let this knowledge ferment or do we do something.
God Bless.
It is a sermon made by preacher Paul Washer at the 2002 Youth Evangelism Conference where he spoke out against the errors in American Evangelism and their wrongful teachings, which can be seen also be seen everywhere else.
After he made this sermon, he was never invited back into the conference.
It's one-hour long, but it is not a bad way to spend a twenty-fourth of your day.
This has been very influential on my ideas which I would say aren't very popular.
View the video, and perhaps you might see the reason behind my ideas:
I am not a good follower of Christ, I have not attended Church that many times and I am a very wretched human being. We all are, but we who profess to be Christians and are still living our lives like a poor example should be cursed. I wrote about "walking in the way Jesus did" in January. I haven't done that. I keep God and the Bible at bay sometimes because I'm aware that He disapproves of my and our lifestyle.
I have little faith in Christian leaders and teachers today, and I have a severe dislike for mega churches. I question the qualifications of cell group leaders and I doubt the validacy of the teachings in Churches.
These people who are our leaders-they are spiritually superior or better off than the rest of us? Can we be sure that they are examples, good examples for us to use while we strive for Jesus' ultimate example? Does going through a course or displaying good knowledge of the Word serve as credentials for them to be leaders that will guide men?
And as for mega churches, when even within a cell group, it is hard to look after the spiritual growth of a handful, how can they provide guidance and genuinely care for the multitudes and masses that swarm into and fill the building or the conference hall.
I doubt the reasons why people go to Church. I doubt the reasons why people believe in Jesus.
People go to Church maybe because the boy or girl they like go to Church.
People go to Church because they like the music at the Church.
People go to Church because they have been going since ever.
People go to Church to socialize.
People go to Church because the speaker is funny.
People go to Church because they get free food.
People go to Church because it is a pretty okay way to spend some of your day.
People go to Church for acceptance.
People go to Church for reassurance.
People go to Church because there's air-conditioning...
Why do people believe in God and in Jesus and become well, believers?
I've heard because God gives us strength, God loves us for who we are and God forgives us. God gives us blessings, God gives us reassurance and comfort that He is around and will not let bad things happen to us.
Bollocks.
The only valid reason that we should believe in Jesus and in God is that He died for us on the cross in an excruciating way to redeem us so that we might be recounciled with God.
What does it mean to be a Christian?
The expectation of a Christian is to be a follower of Christ. I believe that we will be asked to give our lives to and for Him. Would you die for somebody who will and who has died for you? We will have to do the same for our Lord.
More than being believers, we must be followers.
I am/ we are not there. But since we know this, should we just let this knowledge ferment or do we do something.
God Bless.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
At this unearthly time, I have come onto this place, bolstered by spontaneity to say a few words.
I believe that there is no such thing as balance.
Oh, ba-lance.
The word sounds innocuous and rather easy to attain. I say bollocks.
In a chemical system where the reaction is irreversible, the reactants and products are in dynamic equilibrium. It doesn't mean that the balance is permanent and untouchable; there are fluctuations, but it will come back down to the 'equilibrium'.
Equilibrium, another good-sounding word.
But there is no balance.
People like to say 'juggle time'. It sounds like a very smart ability, to be able to handle so many things at the same instant. But it is deceptive. When you juggle three balls, at any one time, two balls are in your hands and one is out of your touch.
So you're essentially holding on to two of them and letting the third drift away from you.
There isn't really a balance where you have your hands on all three objects in the same time.
So you give up something and minimise that and turn to the other items at hand.
What is this bugger trying to say, you think?
Well I'm getting there. Don't be impatient, stupid.
We cannot expect a perfect balance of all things; rather we must prioritise and slight certain bits in order to accomplish something.
We have to give up the things that are not as important to build up the things that is really vital.
Eh. So juggling is the right word after all.
If you juggle badly, all your balls will drop and your act will be ruined.
I might have been a bit off the mark during my tirade, but our ideas (yours and mine) must have cleared up slightly after my excited effusions above.
I have gotten a few words that are wise and self-explanatory:
Some lessons cannot be taught. They must be lived.
The greatest danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short, but in setting our aim too low and achieving our mark. (Michaelangelo.)
That's it.
I especially like this saying, "Some men just want to see the world burn".
Good Morning, World.
I believe that there is no such thing as balance.
Oh, ba-lance.
The word sounds innocuous and rather easy to attain. I say bollocks.
In a chemical system where the reaction is irreversible, the reactants and products are in dynamic equilibrium. It doesn't mean that the balance is permanent and untouchable; there are fluctuations, but it will come back down to the 'equilibrium'.
Equilibrium, another good-sounding word.
But there is no balance.
People like to say 'juggle time'. It sounds like a very smart ability, to be able to handle so many things at the same instant. But it is deceptive. When you juggle three balls, at any one time, two balls are in your hands and one is out of your touch.
So you're essentially holding on to two of them and letting the third drift away from you.
There isn't really a balance where you have your hands on all three objects in the same time.
So you give up something and minimise that and turn to the other items at hand.
What is this bugger trying to say, you think?
Well I'm getting there. Don't be impatient, stupid.
We cannot expect a perfect balance of all things; rather we must prioritise and slight certain bits in order to accomplish something.
We have to give up the things that are not as important to build up the things that is really vital.
Eh. So juggling is the right word after all.
If you juggle badly, all your balls will drop and your act will be ruined.
I might have been a bit off the mark during my tirade, but our ideas (yours and mine) must have cleared up slightly after my excited effusions above.
I have gotten a few words that are wise and self-explanatory:
Some lessons cannot be taught. They must be lived.
The greatest danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short, but in setting our aim too low and achieving our mark. (Michaelangelo.)
That's it.
I especially like this saying, "Some men just want to see the world burn".
Good Morning, World.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I saw many pretty young things while travelling to and back from the gym. Kah Kee found it extremely notable, and I concede that the presence of these visual delights certainly helped when I was struggling at the heavy squat. Their attentions on my self triggered a surge of beneficial strength, a mix of teststoterone and ego.
You might wonder why I work out so much, since I'd already mentioned that we're losing the battle against fat on all fronts. Firstly, I don't work out that much, and if given the choice I'd rather work out full time and do everything else part-time. I suspect I hear labels of 'boring' being cast on me.
Secondly, we're only losing the battle. If we give up, we'd then have lost for sure. I am not about to give in so easily or quickly.
This weekend has been pleasurable.
Friday was so full of goodness. The afternoon was provident and I squeezed in a quick workout, before catching The Dark Knight in theatre. I hereby declare it the best movie of 2008. I like it more than Transformers, and I liked Transformers a lot.
The Dark Knight is believable, and full of depth.
Heath Ledger's performance as the Joker is amazing, refreshing and makes Jack Nicholson's Joker look like a clown. This Joker is a new level of crazy and his theatrics are both funny and unfunny. I love his entrance, his air, the way he goes around upsetting the world is still very casual about it. Ledger has mastered the character fully.
There are new attractions and creative sequences and fight scenes that are fresh and captivating. Batman is newer this time and better. The criminals have been amplified and it isn't just about the caped crusader kicking butt plainly anymore.
I personally and definitely recommend this movie. If you don't watch it in theatre, you're probably very dim. But before you watch it, do empty your bladder and regulate the amount of water you drink. The movie is 152 minutes long.
After a thrilling movie experience, I headed over to the dojo to complete the fight night that Sensei promised, which was the icing on the cake that sealed my perfect evening. Speaking of cake, I had a taste of some slices just only. We must indulge ourselves occasionally to stave off detrimental temptation. Keep it at bay.
Also, I have managed to decimate a reasonable amount of homework during the weekend, which is rare. A good pump at the gymnasium and some pretty ladies completes the circle.
*
I feel supremely confident and self assured right now. I figure it was the running lately and a good tight shirt and good music accompaniment. I feel empowered and also dearly loved.
On top of that, I have charismatic writing.
I very recently told my sister that I am the tip of the social iceberg and she is a floating non-consequence outside of the ice-kachang and is basically a dumbo. I constantly strive to amuse myself and have not stopped yet.
I was talking to my mother yesterday and bounced several ideas off her.
They were originals birthed of spontaneity and all bear no ill will nor malicious intent.
I always thought that terrorist attacks are too elaborate and yet shallow. They bomb, and they bolt for a great length of time before they surface and have already raised our guard.
The thing I cannot stand is that they waste human life and make use of suicide bombers. I violently disagree against this tactic.
I thought of two scenarios where an unseen and lethal act can be initiated.
One, they could have their people infiltrate Macdonald's and put a slow-acting toxin in all of their meals. Within half a month, half of the population everywhere would be dead. And it would take them some more time to figure out what's going on, before the rest follow quickly.
Two, they could also spread anthrax by lacing dollar bills with the thing and then distributing it widely, through banks, businesses, people-money is so permeable. I don't think any one will refuse dollar bills. Money changes hands fast and frequent. Anthrax's reach will not be able to be contained. Mass panic and widespread fear. Government is helpless, people die.
I am not mocking Macdonald's example, nor am I a cruel person who puts much thought into this. I've been reading Barry Eisler's John Rain thriller series and he said to think like the opposition and to anticipate antagonism.
I just made use of these crazy ideas to illustrate how formless outside danger could be and how pervasive and invisible they can muster into. Macdonald's is rampantly popular. In addition, almost anyone can get in to toss patties and make fries. People are money-loving and this definitely aids the above sort of dissemination.
Where does these lead us? We must reconsider the weakness of our society and guard ourselves against external threats that have been consistently searching for an opening to exploit.
We have to be ready all the time. They only have to get lucky just once.
I have a good mind to patent my ideas, and they were modestly conceived in my kitchen, no doubt induced by protein-rich tuna which excites the brain. They accompany my tuna sandwich in being food for thought, and their( my ideas') simplicity is startling.
There is no cause for panic however, because I will give in to the fashionably naive assumption that terrorists do not read blogs and it is rare that blog-hopping will bring you to my site.
I have even been unable to locate the blog of someone I know with the tools that the public internet puts up. What makes you think that terrorists are both tech-savvy and literate?
This is the most popular path of thinking isn't it?
And if you are grievously offended by my tirade-why so serious?
And if you are most inspired by my wisdom and insight, I invite you to contact me at my mail or simply leave word in the childish tagboard that I've installed at the side.
Look Right Now.
There. It's unlikely you'll miss it. It will take you only some seconds for you to type in your name or an alias for me to decipher if you please and some words you have for me. Do mince your words, I have low tolerance for verbal hostility.
That's it then. I have more opinions on international organisation and diplomacy and also human-human interactions and human-'other-organisms-that-do-not-qualify-strictly-as-human' interactions, but I will reserve them for another time.
I've been sufficiently amused. Have you?
Felicitations, and adieu. 
You might wonder why I work out so much, since I'd already mentioned that we're losing the battle against fat on all fronts. Firstly, I don't work out that much, and if given the choice I'd rather work out full time and do everything else part-time. I suspect I hear labels of 'boring' being cast on me.
Secondly, we're only losing the battle. If we give up, we'd then have lost for sure. I am not about to give in so easily or quickly.
This weekend has been pleasurable.
Friday was so full of goodness. The afternoon was provident and I squeezed in a quick workout, before catching The Dark Knight in theatre. I hereby declare it the best movie of 2008. I like it more than Transformers, and I liked Transformers a lot.
The Dark Knight is believable, and full of depth.
Heath Ledger's performance as the Joker is amazing, refreshing and makes Jack Nicholson's Joker look like a clown. This Joker is a new level of crazy and his theatrics are both funny and unfunny. I love his entrance, his air, the way he goes around upsetting the world is still very casual about it. Ledger has mastered the character fully.
There are new attractions and creative sequences and fight scenes that are fresh and captivating. Batman is newer this time and better. The criminals have been amplified and it isn't just about the caped crusader kicking butt plainly anymore.
I personally and definitely recommend this movie. If you don't watch it in theatre, you're probably very dim. But before you watch it, do empty your bladder and regulate the amount of water you drink. The movie is 152 minutes long.
After a thrilling movie experience, I headed over to the dojo to complete the fight night that Sensei promised, which was the icing on the cake that sealed my perfect evening. Speaking of cake, I had a taste of some slices just only. We must indulge ourselves occasionally to stave off detrimental temptation. Keep it at bay.
Also, I have managed to decimate a reasonable amount of homework during the weekend, which is rare. A good pump at the gymnasium and some pretty ladies completes the circle.
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I feel supremely confident and self assured right now. I figure it was the running lately and a good tight shirt and good music accompaniment. I feel empowered and also dearly loved.
On top of that, I have charismatic writing.
I very recently told my sister that I am the tip of the social iceberg and she is a floating non-consequence outside of the ice-kachang and is basically a dumbo. I constantly strive to amuse myself and have not stopped yet.
I was talking to my mother yesterday and bounced several ideas off her.
They were originals birthed of spontaneity and all bear no ill will nor malicious intent.
I always thought that terrorist attacks are too elaborate and yet shallow. They bomb, and they bolt for a great length of time before they surface and have already raised our guard.
The thing I cannot stand is that they waste human life and make use of suicide bombers. I violently disagree against this tactic.
I thought of two scenarios where an unseen and lethal act can be initiated.
One, they could have their people infiltrate Macdonald's and put a slow-acting toxin in all of their meals. Within half a month, half of the population everywhere would be dead. And it would take them some more time to figure out what's going on, before the rest follow quickly.
Two, they could also spread anthrax by lacing dollar bills with the thing and then distributing it widely, through banks, businesses, people-money is so permeable. I don't think any one will refuse dollar bills. Money changes hands fast and frequent. Anthrax's reach will not be able to be contained. Mass panic and widespread fear. Government is helpless, people die.
I am not mocking Macdonald's example, nor am I a cruel person who puts much thought into this. I've been reading Barry Eisler's John Rain thriller series and he said to think like the opposition and to anticipate antagonism.
I just made use of these crazy ideas to illustrate how formless outside danger could be and how pervasive and invisible they can muster into. Macdonald's is rampantly popular. In addition, almost anyone can get in to toss patties and make fries. People are money-loving and this definitely aids the above sort of dissemination.
Where does these lead us? We must reconsider the weakness of our society and guard ourselves against external threats that have been consistently searching for an opening to exploit.
We have to be ready all the time. They only have to get lucky just once.
I have a good mind to patent my ideas, and they were modestly conceived in my kitchen, no doubt induced by protein-rich tuna which excites the brain. They accompany my tuna sandwich in being food for thought, and their( my ideas') simplicity is startling.
There is no cause for panic however, because I will give in to the fashionably naive assumption that terrorists do not read blogs and it is rare that blog-hopping will bring you to my site.
I have even been unable to locate the blog of someone I know with the tools that the public internet puts up. What makes you think that terrorists are both tech-savvy and literate?
This is the most popular path of thinking isn't it?
And if you are grievously offended by my tirade-why so serious?
And if you are most inspired by my wisdom and insight, I invite you to contact me at my mail or simply leave word in the childish tagboard that I've installed at the side.
Look Right Now.
There. It's unlikely you'll miss it. It will take you only some seconds for you to type in your name or an alias for me to decipher if you please and some words you have for me. Do mince your words, I have low tolerance for verbal hostility.
That's it then. I have more opinions on international organisation and diplomacy and also human-human interactions and human-'other-organisms-that-do-not-qualify-strictly-as-human' interactions, but I will reserve them for another time.
I've been sufficiently amused. Have you?
Felicitations, and adieu.
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