Words to kill; words to heal.

"If your lips would keep from slips,
Five things observe with care;
To whom you speak;
Of whom you speak;
And how, and when, and where."

Mid year resolution! Watch my tongue. Ecclesiastis 3:7 "A time to keep silent; a time to speak.". Ecclesiastis 10: 12 "The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious, But the lips of a fool shall swallow him up;"

The Global Phenomenon of EMO.

-Emo- seems to have gained much popularity as a relatively trendy term among my peers and many worldwide (so I ignorantly presume).

I have pondered long and hard over my distate for the term and I have come up with a couple of reasons.

Firstly, I do not like over-emotional, self-indulgent, self-pitying states of mind, where we wallow in one another's pathos and overwhelming sense of emotion. Of course in saying this I take it that I could be wholly and completely wrong about exactly what the term -emo- encompasses and means to different people and I shall accept rebuke for that. But simply said, I just don't like the idea of collective pensiveness.

Secondly, I am of the view that the term over-generalizes and makes trifle of something that is in actual fact, very powerful. I must first qualify that I only speak from observation and not from experience and therefore I can be entirely wrong. Continuing nonetheless, the term -emo- is oft-used whenever anyone is in a pensive mood, or is contemplating the status of his life, friends etc etc. I believe in the power of these thoughts because they are indicative of what we call introspection. Introspection is not to be trifled away by slapping on a generic, derogatory term, -emo-. My opinion is that, the term -emo- reduces these retrospective thoughts to mere flighty musings and prevents them from going further to effect actual change. Of course this is the way I feel as regards my own life, if I were to constantly profess that I am in an -emo- mood whenever my mind gets to thinking about my life etc. Other people who actually indulge in the usage of this term may feel contrary to the way I do and I am not trying to generalize experiences.

All in all, I may appear rather nitpick-ey in making all these detailed observations when it's actually not even a cause for concern BUT. Haha it's ok I don't care.

Legs in Yellow Shoes

Let's wiggle our toes in anticipation of the end of exams, which marks the end of all obligatory reading. *yay*

oh sigh.

There are people who stand up on a raised platform that is manufactured from their perceived sense of individuality, something resultant from not being part of -the crowd-, from being different. And they create this pedestal from what they deem is actually the differences between them and the majority (and are proud on it). And they look down at others and smirk at them for their conforming ways, for being so weak and homogenous and blending into the crowd - for being so useless like everyone else. And these people on the pedestal group together, many little different pedestals together, and find strength in their numbers. At this point, how much of a difference is there between them that stand above and the little plebeians whom they mock below? Not much I tell you, not much. For both the ascendant and the descendant classes rely on the strength of the herd. Perhaps even the people we mock might have it better. At least they admit to being part of the cumbersome herd. While we who sit up there, whisper and talk and sneak around stealthily to find others who are like-minded and in the secret recluse of our own pathos, we yearn for affirmation of our difference, to prove to us that our differences are valid and not only valid, ther are supeiror. And we, up on the queen's throne, may think we have earned ourselves a place to sit there in our resplendent self-indulgence and mock at others' self-indulgences. But the truth is, we are all one and the same. For though we may not conform to the majority who self-indulge, we still indulge in ourselves and our prideful sense of being Different.

Tsk tsk, woe betide us all who judge. For why do you look upon the speck in your brother's eye when there is a beam in your own eye; for the bible tells me so.

(And now that I have typed this pedantic exposition, I have succesfully pushed my very favourite shooting girl picture down so that when I open my page and can no longer look at laugh. oh sighh.)

I Will Shoot You

I will shoot you if I have to put up with Any more of your ridiculous bullshit girlish nonsense; all you silly Girls. Tuh!

Sometimes..

Sometimes, this makes me very happy.



And sometimes, I just want to be like this:



*piak* Don't tell me about the world.

Hahaha.

Face Saturday

Presenting, the -sheng face- series.

"Look! I can suck my cheeks in my face so as to create more surface area and therefore, more light on my skin!"



"Puffer fish face. Again, in the attempt to fully maximize the macbook effects function! See how I catch different colours on my face?"



"Oh here's me trying to look handsome and suave." (so not working)



"And when I actually decide to look like a normal person, I have to traumatize my friends sitting next to me by forcing a peace sign in front of the camera! Whee!"



"Alas! I can actually smile properly!"



"Oh oops! relapse! Back to my retarded faces. The normal face thing didn't last too long."

My Pearly Whites

OMG.

I just found out the fastest, cleanest, cheapest way to get your macbook from dusty grey, to pearly white!

All you need is a good ole' fashioned eraser, and your hands! Just start erasing the body of your macbook (I mean the part that's around the trackpad which always gets sullied thanks to our grubby paws) and the keys on the keyboard. And... omg!! The result is miraculous! From black to white just like that! In the snap of the fingers! I felt like I was in some detergent advertisement! *rub some on, pour the rest in.. Dynamo!* It really worked. Haah!

All you white macbook users should try it! No need for fancy schmancy condom-esque keyboard covers or ugly white stick ons for your macbook body. Use... THE ERASER. Available at your closest neighbourhood bookstore at a record low of 40 cents per piece! Instant results guaranteed. Money-back guarantee (for your pathetic 40 cents you miserly consumer).

the drug of work

Work numbs. Cos work is addictive, since it doesn't involve feelings. And the rest of you can't deal with feelings any more. So work occupies you. So you don't have to deal with them.

Don't let the sun go down on your wrath

Sometimes I don't even know why I still keep this online website in which I journal my thoughts ( i refuse to use the term blog, though I've just used it, primarily because my mind associates the term with too much stupidity and negativity for me to bring myself to associate myself with it.)

Sometimes it's a useful time passer, especially when I'm procrastinating on my readings. Sometimes it's good for archiving my thoughts in case I lose them. But at times, I don't feel like archiving my thoughts because once you archive them, you've laid them down to rest for good and you can't pursue them anymore. So you can't re-think those thoughts and add new perspectives cos you remember at the back of your mind, "oh I've already thought of that before."

At other times, this place where I record my thoughts is a good vent (though I rarely use it for such purposes because I rarely get sickeningly mad or deeply depressed and even if I do it's nothing I can't handle without the help of this ridiculous virtual ranting space.)

So the conclusion is, I really don't know why this virtual space continues to exist! Especially when it exposes you to so much uncalled for judgment by idiots who read what you write with close to zero knowledge of you as a person.

I guess this is just good for safe, uncontrversial thoughts. Frivolity and the like. Fun things and pretty pictures. And no personal outbursts, madness insanity, anger, hate, bitterness, bitchiness and all things bad.

Haha. We'll see.

Please click on the "My Jesus" Link below to watch/listen to the song. Thank You.

My Jesus

My Jesus

MY JESUS

Which Jesus do you follow? 
Which Jesus do you serve? 
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ 
Then why do you look so much like the world? 


Cause my Jesus bled and died 
He spent His time with thieves and liars 
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant 
So which one do you want to be? 


Blessed are the poor in spirit 
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land 
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness 
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand


Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars 
He loved the poor and accosted the rich 
So which one do you want to be? 


Who is this that you follow 
This picture of the American dream 
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet 


Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion 
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins 
But the Word says He was battered and scarred 
Or did you miss that part 
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him 


Cause my Jesus bled and died 
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these 
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable 
So which one do you want to be? 


Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church 
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet 
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud 
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd 
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud 


I wanna be like my Jesus! 
I wanna be like my Jesus! 



Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus 
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity 
I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus 
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me 
Can I be like You Jesus? 
I want to be like my Jesus

Happy Easter.

LAWR is officially Over.

YAY! LAWR is officially over with the conclusion of moots and our oh-so-cool pizza party (they didn't order in pizzas, they ordered in the pizza man to Make the pizzas!)

Here's Jo and Lily Grace, who is so smallll, she looks like a doll. Like the kind you see in the boxes in toys'r'us.



Everybody now! TG 10. Everyone looks genuinely happy. The relief of not having to worry about Binny and her damned Tembusu tree!

Happy birthday Girls! (er, boy)

Happy Birthday Nu and Ly!!

Dogs in season

I was out with val the other day and we came across sanitary pads for dogs! WTH?!



And this is what the individual sanitary pads look like. Eew! It looks almost like the one we humans use, complete with some glossy piece of adhesive that you can peel off. But where do you stick the pad to? Or do you stuff it Into the dog? (yuck).

Haha anyone who has female dogs in season care to share?