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Saturday, June 28, 2008
+ Today's Daily Bread is damn cool la... +
The word amateur has been redefined over the years and has lost the luster of its original meaning. The English word comes from the Latin word amore, which means “to love.” An amateur is someone who does something simply for the love of it. In today’s way of thinking, receiving payment moves you into a “higher” category—that of a professional. The reasoning is that if someone is willing to pay for your service, you must be really good. An amateur, therefore, is considered to have less skill or talent. As I read my Bible, however, I see a different hierarchy of values. During the time of Jesus, the religious professionals were using their position to gain power and prestige for themselves, not to serve the people. Jesus didn’t choose those who were wise, mighty, or noble by human standards (1 Cor. 1:26). He sought those willing to follow Him and be trained for loving service. In today’s world, the scene is much the same. God is still looking for “amateurs,” those who will serve the Lord for the sheer love of it. Compelled by our love for Jesus, may we, like the disciples and apostles before us, proclaim the love of God for the world by following Christ’s example of loving and serving others.-Julie Ackerman The love of Christ compels us. —2 Corinthians 5:14
Thursday, June 26, 2008
+ Euro 2008 rant +
how could anyone seriously believe Turkey would beat Germany? Germany is the team that kills dreamers. Reveals the pretenders for the pond-scum they truly are. remember World Cup 2002? when S.korea went on a giant-killing spree, pulling down italy and spain in their wake? i bet 90% of asia was cheering for S.korea back then. not me, not this descendant of a Chinese merchant. feelings of nationality should count for nothing if you're picking winners, or worse, picking a team to bet on... the koreans were hailed as the inheritors of total football, a style made God-like by the Dutch teams of the 70's. Sorry, nil, nada, read the script, koreans were just riding on luck, and it took Germany to pound some sense back into them, and into the rest of us Asians who forget that football is a science more than an art. World Cup 2006? Germany beat the mighty performers, Argentina. Slaughtered the samba. fast forward to Euro 2008. Christiano Ronaldo's Portugal were grabbing all the head-lines, where are they now my little frens? u nimble, u quick, u dazzle, u still need to beat Germany if u wanna be a winner. referee's decisions are final, no point discussing "what ifs" in my opinion. They say Ferreira was shoved by Ballack for the goal. Shoved? He was OWNED! have u never played soccer in your friggin LIFE? shoving is part and parcel of the game! no one wants soccer to turn into some pussy sport... Germany may not be the best team in the world, but traditionally, i count on them to separate the real contenders from the pretenders. Turkey = free frag by my standards. Its not over till its over. fouls, dives, rants, extra time, penalties, do whatever it takes on the pitch to win. if u don't, then u don't want it enuf, do u? ...and people ask me why i love Chelsea... peace, rest in. *raises wine glass*
+ wheels are in motion! +
nothing makes my day like new inspiration for a film the last time inspiration hit me at 12am, it kept me awake brainstorming till 4am. great tidings we bring, for you and your kin, the Parable Project alumni shall reunite once again to make great entertainment! BY OUR POWERS COMBINED..... I promise less avant garde stuff this time. WATCH THIS SPACE! *raises wine glass*
+ Here and back again +
random spoutings alert. its late and im pissed and in no mood to sound coherent. im suddenly a strong advocate of the phrase: work brings freedom. work makes u feel useful and a contributing member of society. work distracts u from bad memories. work keeps the body and mind from atrophy. i wish i had a stable job. God, teach me to be patient for i am on the verge of... ok fine, i don't know what im on the verge of doing... and that just makes me feel worse God, help me separate the shit which i should and should not take responsibility for. I don't habitually throw up my hands and say "it was fate/destiny", or "not my fault". I scheme and I scheme and I plan and i strategize and i adapt and i anticipate. When things screw up, maybe i should just learn to blame things/people other than myself. tryin to see shitty memories in the right perspective reduces the shitty-ness level, but it still doesn't turn shit into gold. So im back in East Coast, and its great that i have frens here, really appreciate them. I need help re-adjusting to this life. Damn, i miss hall life. recent Marche with the hall peeps was a blast. Suppers with the East Side peeps are killer fun too. But yeah, im still re-adjusting. Its not as if im surrounded above and below anymore. Its so damn quiet here. God, pride is the biggest enemy of prayer. I should know, I have too much of it. Fuck, my Commencement in on July 10. so what commences? God, are u reading this? by the way, i also hate to let down my friends. i fucked up. i gave my word without confirming i could keep it. Stupidstupidstupid
Friday, June 13, 2008
+ Retracing the foot prints +
So i've finished university. i've accomplished my parents great expectations (which weren't tooo difficult really). All the jazz, the pizazz, the celebrations and drunken revelry is over, and the introspection begins. I guess i spent a good part of uni in quarter life crisis. Seriously. Trying to negotiate the fine line between who i was and what i wanted to be. Perhaps some major aspects have crystallized in stunning clarity, but there do remain some muddy gray areas i've yet to deal with. I've been plagued/blessed with a big ego. It has been my tool. My war horse. Taking me places and heights i never dreamt possible in my younger years. Yet at the same time it caused me much grief. When ego seized control, too often i cared too much about what others thought of me and forgot aspects of who i was in the process. My next few posts merely aid me in retracing my steps... an oblique attempt to see my future by going back to my past. To aid me in stamping chops of "success", "failure" and "work-in-progress" on the recent chapters of my life. age 1-6: grew up in an English-educated Christian family. So much so that both my grandfathers spoke to me in English. Paternal grand-daddy was an Anglophile. Maternal grand-daddy was a player. Parents scolded me for picking up Singlish in primary 1. So i learnt to alternate between Singlish in school and Queen's English at home. No brain capacity left for Chinese. So apparently... I grew up in weird circumstances? Grew up thinking that Chinese speakers were weird. Now i know they are the actually the majority of Singaporean society.... But i still think they're weird. heh. Paternal grand-daddy had a big garden. It was the ultimate playground, but not the safest, for it frequently hosted a great habitat for spiders, lizards and snakes. There he taught me to appreciate nature, even unto the smallest bugs. Still have memories of him showing me a cobra he had killed for wandering into the house. Apparently it could have killed me, cos of i was too young to care, i just found it sooo cool that he let me touch it. If i had to attach a theme song for this section of my life it'll be: "Boy in a Rock and Roll Band" - The Pierces How deep is your ocean? How high is your sky? I'd love to put our love into motion But I'd have to ask myself why Well, I can't tell ya how to live your life But I know how to live mine I take home pretty things that I like And baby, you are so fine Yeah, I could give you everything you need With just one touch of my hand But I swore I would never fall in love With a boy in a rock & roll band Why do I adore you? We've only just met… I feel I would do anything for you But baby, sometimes I forget That I can't tell ya how to live your life But I know how to live mine I take home pretty things that I like And baby, you are so fine Yeah, I could give you everything you need With just one touch of my hand But I swore I would never fall in love With a boy in a rock & roll band Well, I forget I'm a lady I've had too much wine I'd love it if you would call me your baby Cause baby, you are so fine ok this aint the original video but it was the easiest to find and access. |
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