Happy Merdeka

Today started off well.
Until this total nut stuck his finger out of his car on a totally busy road to i don't know what kind of totally random people.

God made you in His image.
Your body is a temple of the Lord.
Wow.
How man perverts the good functions and expressions of the body.
Our bodies are not our own, we were bought for a price.

It's just like a consumer who buys an item, a very expensive item in fact, and goes home to find it malfunctions.

Anyway, i'm just ranting cos i'm not sure who he was aiming the finger at, and i thought it was very rude and crude. And yes, he was a man. The culprit of it was a man. As usual. Sigh.

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Now hmm what did i do for merdeka eve celebrations?
Practically nothing.

I went to meet some old school friends at Laundry, had their superb tiramisu and swallowed some stuffed mushrooms from a friends' plate. It's really good. Expensive yes, and i was feeling tempted to splurge abit more than usual cos i just got money but i just didn't think it was worth it. I didn't take this picture, found it online, so no thats not my other dishes around.

It's also StDavinus' birthday today, which i think is a really terrible day to have a birthday in this country, cos tomorrow is merdeka day. Oh well. Haha not like he had much of a choice in that matter. But we went to Baskin Robbins to have a couple of pints and just share in the company.

There, haha, this two guys brought this humongous box of fireworks and set them off in e middle of the road. It was really pretty, even if it was illegal. What a great way to pronounce your patriotism. Buy illegal fireworks to celebrate your country's 50th anniversary. Going against the country's rules to celebrate it. Abit salah right?

So that was my very un-exciting and fun-less night like a friend of mine would say.

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Anyway i wanna sleep now, so update later, i have more to say and you unfortunately dont have a choice but to read it cos you're my blog. Ha Ha.

Do hard things???

Like deleting my beloved hard found crafty fashion bookmarks?
I didn't realise i hung on to them to much.
All those bookmarks just give me an excuse to waste precious time, to spend that time online.
Like some little boy said, "I've just wasted two minutes of my life i'll never get back."

I don't need them i suppose, and if i stop referring so much to other sites, i'll be able to challenge my creativity more.

Anyway, that's my hard thing.
It's gone, well, shortened drastically.
I kept only those that were really good, with instructionals or those that have things i want to make in real life. Sigh.

Futile Talk

I don't understand it myself, but lately, i feel like my values have changed.
I notice all the crap coming out of people's mouths nowadays.
What a load of useless nonsense.
What an utter waste of my inbox space.
Just makes me wanna laugh in hysterics.

And of course, it makes me even more cautious of what i say or do.
Because i don't want to be part of this useless talk.
I am called to set an example in speech in 1 Tim 4:12.
Whatever comes out of my mouth is a reflection of what is in my heart.
And so if i have total crap coming out of my mouth, then what does that say about what is in my heart?

I cannot afford to be lumped in the same category as all the other people.
I am called to be more than that.
I cannot stand for mediocrity or be satisfied with just that.
If i am satisfied with just that, then i am no better than anyone else in the world.
I am no better than non-believers.
How does a light shine when its dim?
It doesn't, a light like that is useless.
A light only shines when it is truly bright in a dark place, attracting people to it.

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I'm glad i have my good friend with values that echo mine, with a want to work at doing hard things, rejecting the world's standards together and learning how to love what God loves together; because united we stand, divided we fall. And it certainly does help keep me on my toes.

I never had an accountability partner before and i think we sort of fell in together somehow, now its just an unspoken thing. I believe nothing is coincidental, and i am glad that the sorry situations that happened to us did, because in the long run, our friendship was tried through fire and is gold. The twofold struggles we've been through only served to bring us closer and i believe that God drew us together for us to bless each other. Nothing is a coincidence =)

These two little strange girls who never really fit in somehow. The oddest pair. Haha, i'd have never imagined. But i'm glad. And even though you already know this, here's a song, another one from my favourite musical, Wicked, called "For Good".

GLINDA:
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

ELPHABA:
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

GLINDA:
Because I knew you

BOTH:
I have been changed for good

ELPHABA:
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

GLINDA:
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

BOTH:
And none of it seems to matter anymore

GLINDA:
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun.
Like a stream the meets a boulder halfway through the wood.

ELPHABA:
Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood.

BOTH:
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better?

GLINDA:
And because I knew you

ELPHABA:
Because I knew you

BOTH:
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good.

Thanks for being my friend.

edit: Here's her reply.

Monday Blues Go Away, Episode 1

Here's something i picked up from GirlTalk.

Men Are Just Happier People

What do you expect?

Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental $100.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No Matter What

At the Cross

Just some encouragement to myself. Thought i'd share it with you, if you'd care to click.

It is truly truly a comfort to know that my God loves me.
A no matter what love.
A God who answers when i cry out in shame and pain.
Who reaches out loving arms always...
No matter what.

No Good Deed

In the words of one of the songs in my current favourite musical, Wicked,

...
One more disaster I can add to my
Generous supply?
No good deed goes unpunished
No act of charity goes unresented
No good deed goes unpunished
That's my new creed
My road of good intentions
Led where such roads always lead
No good deed
Goes unpunished!

No good deed goes unpunished
All helpful urges should be circumvented
No good deed goes unpunished
Sure, I meant well -
Well, look at what well-meant did:
All right, enough - so be it
So be it, then:
Let all Oz be agreed
I'm wicked through and through
Since I can not succeed
Fiyero, saving you
I promise no good deed
Will I attempt to do again
Ever again
No good deed
Will I do again!

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If only it were so simple in real life.
If only i could choose to be wicked through and through.
Where will that lead me?

Choosing the way that glorifies God comes at a high price.
Honestly i'd rather fight with the world than with my brothers and sisters in Christ.
But who knew that the most trying of the lot would be the very group called to help, serve and encourage?
Why?

Is what i do ever going to be enough?

So much for Brutal

Looks like my resolution to brutality is dashed to pieces.
Haha i haven't given up yet.
I will i will. But sometimes silence is golden.

Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue. Proverbs 17:28

A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control. Proverbs 29:11

Tough.
Think i might have just done it again >.<
So should i keep silent or should i be brutally honest?
I'm rather on the fence about it really.
I think i shall keep silent for now.

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With the craze for Facebook, i've been reading about Joshua Harris' journey on Facebook.
It is very interesting and i'm truly inspired.
Maybe i should do as he does and delete my account as well.
Do i really glorify God by using the time i use up messing with Facebook?
Does it glorify God if i do oddities to people in virtual life?
I think by doing it in virtual life, is just a reflection of ugly human nature peeking out under the pretenses that its all safe cos i'm not REALLY doing it to the other person, it's just virtual life. I think this virtuality is a weak excuse to do things you really want to do in real life.

Same applies to Second Life.
A Virtual world that people use to do what they cannot in reality.
Is there truly a point to this game, when there is plenty to be done in THIS world already? Seems to me like a paltry reason to achieve control over life.
So what can i do? Well i removed the Facebook link on my bookmarks.
-.-
Small move yes.
I'm not so bold as to delete my account yet.
But at least its not as easy to reach, right at my fingertips. I take the inspirational song by Carrie Underwood conclude my tale of life and fantasy.

Wasted

I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted

Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time
Wasted

Dead Horse

Is there really any use in reviving a dead horse?
No, you move on, you cut it up, use whatever you can recycle into anything useful.

Thats what i think.
We shouldn't sit around the horse, chanting in hope for a miracle.
We shouldn't try and give it CPR, it's so eww in addition to the futility of it all.

We're all wasting precious time when we could be doing great things.

Can i help but feel disappointed at the dead horse?
Yes why not. But it's time to move on.

My ugly blind spot

If you know me any bit, you'd know that i have this look. This look that expresses all the disgust and anger and utter disappointment i can muster into just one look. Yeah i know, my face is pretty expressive that way. Really good in a way. I like being such a chameleon and being able to express what i feel so clearly. My Sunday School teacher used to say he can see all i'm feeling on my face.

Today i read this article, on the left, titled my ugly blind spot. Have a read and see.
Yes yes i know what it says. So with such a flexible face i should be able to maintain a reasonably pleasant face even when i'm not particularly overflowing with joy with something or someone. Because it would serve my brother or sister.

But here's a question. But what if i keep a good happy face on, even if its a form of encouragement, and my brother or sister just keeps on assuming that cos i seem fine, nothing is wrong? I think the right way to go about it is to tell the other person something's up.

Hmm, easier said than done. I mentioned a few posts before that i can choose how to react. Well, it gets better with practice. The more i choose to reflect Christ in my facial features, the easier it gets to truly reflect the God bits in me. I just have to keep in mind, the imago Dei.

Just because i can

Haha, the miracles of technology. Blogger has now added the function to upload videos into your posts. Previously i would upload to Youtube and hook it to a post here, but wow, now its so easy.

So i just wanted to try it out. Here's a video of G4G performing I like that, and maybe if you're good, i'll upload the other song we danced to >.<

imago Dei

You think you're gorgeous?
You think you have a fantastic fashion sense?
You think you're unique?

Well, you're wrong.
No matter what you make yourself up to look like, or how you dress up, you'll never be unique.
Because whatever you do, you're conforming to some standard that someone has already set for you, be it history, be it the current trends or what the world says is beautiful. Beauty is a matter of culture. Think upon the tiny bound feet from China or the neck rings from i dunno where, all these ideas of beauty are many and varied.

Size 00 models and models whose BMI is lower than the ideal minimum are banned from the runway. But why were they even there in the first place? Because someone thought that thin is beautiful. Most people operate on the assumption that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that oh i'm attracted to this or that, well, just cos i am lah! Who can help who or what they are attracted to right? That is so superficial.

Consider this : if we move beyond the superficial reasons, to the roots of our desire and attraction to certain aspects in a person, then it just means we are measuring beauty by our distorted and inadequate measure of our own tastes and desires.

What is real beauty?
God, the Real Creator, created and He created everything beautiful.
He made us in His own image.
I mean think about it, we're made as reflections of God! Who is truly beautiful and lovely to whom none can compare!
We are wonderfully and fearfully made and His works are wonderful.
God is the standard to beauty.
And anyone who sets out to create doesn't aim to create ugliness.
God created us to glorify Him.
We are created functionally beautiful.
So to have true beauty is to live a life that glorifies God.
True beauty comes from the imago Dei, the more you reflect God, the more that is beautiful and attractive.
And this beauty from the inside will be obvious on the outside.

Fashion is merely WHAT IS IN.
That means we have the ability to fashion FASHION.
Only now, rather than looking to the world and their standards of beauty, we should look to God's standards. That means we need to stop being beauty critics and get busy creating, honoring, and guarding real beauty. It starts with us.
We can choose to resemble Christ rather than Kate Moss.
We can choose modesty over sexiness.
We can reject the worldly values of beauty that lead women to starve themselves or spend a small fortune on clothes.

Do not let your adorning be external--the braiding of hair, the wearing of gold, or the putting on of clothing--but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious.--1 Peter 3:3-4

So instead of putting so much effort into making our outer selves look beautiful, make yourselves truly forever beautiful starting today!

For "All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of God endures forever." --1 Peter 1:24-25

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. --Matthew 6:19-20

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Here's an interesting place to start. The Modesty Survey is an anonymous discussion between guys and girls who care about modesty. It gives good guidelines to where to draw the line with modesty. I didn't know that so many simple things could actually lead my brothers in Christ to think the wrong way and eventually sin. One Christian guy put it this way, "We’d rather do our battles with the world than with our sisters in Christ." I thought it was particularly interesting myself, and was convicted of my sin in this very area of my tertiary studies. So girls, have a look and guys, sign the petition.

Chill pill

The more and more i grow dependent on God, the less i am disappointed when people let me down, but it doesn't stop me from being disappointed. I suppose it's just the way i choose to react.

It's the fact that i know that nobody will ever be perfect, only God is, thats when i put hope only in God and nowhere else. It's not fair to put expectation upon people who you already know are imperfect and may not live up to your expectations all the time.

But i can choose whether or not i want to let it faze me.
I can choose to be angry, but whats the point.
Someone once told me, anger is a waste of energy.
It is, trust me.
So Erin, chill.

The ondeh-ondeh was a horrible failed attempt.

Next time i wanna eat ondeh-ondeh, i'll just pop by Nyonya Colours.

End of domestic stories.

What on earth are you on earth for?

I really cannot tahan, seeing people bring posers and fakers, trying to be "cool", copying what the "cool" people do. Running their whole life round and round trying to get all these useless things, doing useless stuff and humans gladly revolve their lives around it. Its like closing your fist around sand or trying to grasp water. Practically useless. What's cool anyway?

What defines cool?
I tell you where your treasures are, there your heart is.
Where you put importance, where you give priority in your life, that's what "cool" is to you.
Who you look up to, the kind of people you're trying emulate, that's who you'll be.
So what is more important than making sure which "coolness" is the right "coolness" to follow?

So what is the RIGHT coolness?
Is it clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, dressing like its too hot to have ANY clothes on, the labels you wear? The list could go on and on and on, but there's a reason why Vanity, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy and Pride take up 6 of the 7 Deadly Sins AND they're called the DEADLY sins for a reason too.

Isn't it a real waste of life?
You can't take these things with you when you die and they are seen as little to no value in the eyes of God. So why set store by earthly things when you should be store up for ourselves treasures in heaven?

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal" (Matthew 6:19-20).

I don't want to get to the end of my one and only life to realize that i've wasted it.
I mean, come on! Everyone wants their life to be of some importance, a life that counts, that MATTERS. But how do you live a life that counts?

It boils down to what on earth are you on earth for. Isaiah 43:6-7 makes it clear that God created us for this purpose : to glorify Him. We were designed to make much of God. In other words, you exist to point praise and glory to God.

So...
Do all the clothes in your closet help you in your life purpose to glorify God?
Does all that alcohol gather up worth in heaven?
Do you want to get to the end of your life and find that you've wasted it?
I don't want to, and hopefully, i won't.

My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

A really good topic to write a novel on.

The back cover reads:

In my first memory, I am three years old, and i am trying to kill my sister. Sometimes, the recollection is so clear i can remember the itch of the pillowcase under my hand, the sharp point of her nose pressing into my palm...

Anna is not sick, but she might as well be. By age thirteen, she has undergone countless surgeries, transfusions, and injections to help her sister, Kate, fight leukaemia. Anna was born for this purpose, her parents tell her, which is why they love her even more.

But now she can't help but wonder what her life would be like if it weren't tied to her sister's... and so she makes a decision that for most, at any age, would be too difficult to bear, and sues her parents for the rights to her own body.

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Jodi Picoult is really an excellent writer. Her latest novel, Nineteen Minutes, is based on bullying and school violence and her other novels employ various other heart tugging everyday life issues. This particular novel was a captivating story that just begged me to keep turning the pages, even though i've read this book two times over in the good few months i've owned it. The bitter end, a surprising twist that brings tears to my eyes. Don't take my word for it! Read it yourself.

Wicked the Musical

Seeing as i probably will not be going anywhere near a theater anytime soon, i decided to download an unfortunately not so clear copy of someone's home video *tsk tsk* of Wicked the Musical.

It all started when i caught a little clip off Youtube, a video of the song Defying Gravity from the musical, starring Idina Menzel. I loved the song so much, not surprisingly, soon after i was hooked.

I just finished watching it, and i must say it was worth every minutes wait for the download to complete? Haha i must get the book now, the book will always have more interesting details.

I've been very keen on these kind of underdog, you-never-know-what-really-happened kind of stories since i encountered one on Snow White's evil stepmother. I don't know where it went, i haven't been able to find it again.

Oh well. It's been interesting. Now i've got to get to sleep.

Fantasy Farm life...sigh

ToastandCupcakes

TinyHappy

SouleMama

Don't these look just yummy? I don't think all of them stay on farms per se, but its just the lifestyle that is sooooo encouraging for creative play. They make fun out of anything, garden soup, potato stamps, decorating food and all sorts of stuff. I mean, for instance their kids! They have SO much space for imagination. They play in the dirt, muck around with fuzzy animals, "help" mum grow or make things. It's not like us here, whose kids grow up mainly on tv, factory-made toys etc, where parents are so concerned that kids stay clean [Don't you go touching that dirty little dog, young man! You never know what germs they carry] and keep their children in a sterile bubble of lackluster BORING life. It seems like these things stifle imagination and creativity! Perhaps i won't have a television in my future home, gasp!

One of them, Soulemama, she embroiders really cute designs based on her kids' drawings! Isn't that so absolutely cute? Paper and colour will fade and get thrown away but these little things remain.

If i ever have kids, i think i'd like them to have just as much fun and play as these kids obviously do. I can only hope one day i'd be a mum who encourages all these little imaginations into great creative people. Perhaps all my kids toys will be lovingly handmade by me. Perhaps i'll spend hours drawing and writing up bedtime stories for my little ones. Haha, we'll see where God leads, yes?

Rush Hour 3

Don't bother rushing to the cinemas for Rush Hour 3.
Although very very funny and superbly done action scenes by Jackie Chan, the movie had lots of unnecessary sexy scenes thanks to Carter [Chris Tucker] the one man woman wanting machine, barely clad women and the usual Chris Tucker poking fun at every thing on earth. As for the female cast, the only few i was impressed with was Noemie Lenoir [Genevieve] and Youki Kudoh, whose character is unfortunately named Dragon Lady. Noemie, because she is absolutely gorgeous, an artist's dream face, and Youki, for her action scenes, ending in an implied revolting death.

The movie was quite predictable, of course, Rush Hour 3 is not exactly intelligent material. I could practically see the next scene coming. I found myself muttering, "ah i bet something's gonna happen now.. [boom crash bang] there it is."

The acting was pretty standard stuff, although i have to say Jackie Chan's English and acting is definitely improving. Chris Tucker is his usual self, but there was this one irritating Asian girl, who is cast as Soo Yung, the Ambassador's daughter. Please. Like you couldn't afford to hire an Asian girl that acted better. So fake, it's almost like they were paying her to open her big big teary eyes and expecting the audience to melt in them. What an insult.

Good movie to laugh at, but overall not good enough.
P.S. If you enjoy the end bloopers which are now signature with Jackie Chan movies, you will not be disappointed. Seafood, anyone?

Little ole domestic me

Thanks to my domestic moments emerging and a lack of anything else to do, i have been cooking.

Hah, the amount of ridicule i encountered.
All you unbelievers.
You wait.

Well, after a week now of cooking dinners for my family, nobody has died yet, or had indigestion. No piles of unwanted food in the waste basket either.
Haha, well you could say its all thanks to my dear granddad, who's been supervising, but he gives me free leave to put in whatever i want and i taste the food myself.

So after this very productive week and several rave reviews [although i have to admit the reviewers were biased, the club i was holding while they were eating sure did help them smile and say the food's great], i'm keen on learning how to make more things. Well, more than just the standard fare for dinner.

So my next project! Ondeh-ondeh!













Now doesn't that look yummy? I love ondeh - ondeh! Jann converted me after a little trip to Nyonya Colours in One Utama.

And mum says its pretty easy to make.
Got the recipe, got the stuff, next to the actual making of the ondeh-ondeh.

Abit worried about it though, cos previously when i tried making dessert stuff, i always burnt them.

Well, for those of you who still believe that i can, there might just be a couple of ondeh-ondeh for you =)

Hermeneutical Subjectivism

Gaha big word, i'm not totally sure of the whole meaning but i get the gist.

Whats up with it?
I've just been noticing things of late, people picking and choosing bits of what God teaches in the Bible to suit them and their lifestyles and discarding whatever doesn't gel with that.
Again, i have to say, i'm not perfect, but this is wrong. Don't mind me, i'm just wondering out loud.

Isn't it so hypocritical? Declaring certain things, saying things like oh thank God for this thank God for that, but turn your back on other parts of teaching? Isn't that sort of holding on to some parts of sinful life and not giving your whole life up to God? Like saying,"Yes thank you God for this that, i give my whole life up to You...EXCEPT THAT."

Don't know what to add to that but that it's wrong. Must study more before i say anything else.

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On a separate note, i'm bored. Haha being bored is not a bad thing. It's like when your body is hungry, means you need to feed it. So when your mind is bored, you need to feed it too. And here's where its important. You need to feed it with good healthy food, same like your body. The occasional crunchies are okay though =D

So i'm extremely looking forward to the upcoming treasure hunt. Exercising the mind.

[whines] But thats a whole month away, Erin...

What to do now?

Any bright ideas?

Beauty

Written by Krista, from Musings of a Lady.

There once was a girl. She was of average stature and beauty. Just an ordinary girl. Not exactly drop-dead gorgeous according to the world's standards, but not ugly either. She was just in between. Somedays, she looked radiant and felt radiant. On others, she look all right and felt all right. And then on some days, she felt horrid and saw herself as hideous.

She was hideous. On her worst days, her attitude wasn't at its best. In fact, it was at its worst. But it wasn't a constant hideousness. One day it was a whining ugly thing, prone to pity parties. "Why would anyone love me?!" it cried.

The next it was angry and spiteful. "I detest this!"

It could also play depressed and resigned, a close kindred to the pity-partying sort. "No use of trying," it would sigh.

That bad, bad attitude.

Every day, the girl's eyes changed. It was as if she changed her glasses for a new pair every morning when she woke up. The view was different every time. But, the only change was in our non-heroine's attitude. However, just like her glasses, her attitude colored the view of her world - and of herself.

It was on the bad days that she looked ugly to herself. It was on her good days that she was pleased with her appearance. And on the days that weren't bad or wonderful, she was just in the middle.

When she was angry or frustrated, she would feel like tearing into the world. Every flaw and irritation stood out. Every blemish in her appearance was appearant as well. She had skinny wrists, hair that half waved and half frizzled, and awkward feet. She looked like a fourteen year old. Puddleglum had nothing compared to this girl in her worst moods.

When she was happy and joyful, the hair was still frizzy, her wrists still skinny, and her feet still huge. But she was more forgiving of them, less apt to rage and grouch over them.

Finally the connection hit. Ugly attitude equals feeling ugly.

Major breakthrough here for our heroine.

Why continue in such an unlovely atittude, when all that it breeds is more of a bad attitude? Why be ugly, when you know that it makes your behavior ugly to those who see you as well as to yourself?

This girl has now decided that as ugly attitudes are not beauty enhancing, but more importantly not honoring to God, that bad attitudes are out and good attitudes are in. It is true: true beauty is within; that beauty that is within shines out and transforms the outward appearance as well. Especially in the eyes of the one who bears the attitude. Perhaps this is a way that God is showing this girl how truly ugly sin is in His eyes? Hm.

What think you?

Genting

Words cannot explain what a fun time we had up there so i'll just let the very syok sendiri [i tried to convert that phrase to English but it doesn't sound the same : Self satisfying??] pictures tell the tale.

I have no idea what these two are doing, Jo seems to be reconsidering whether her decision to invite us all up to Genting with her was the wisest idea. Haha

Me and my shadow pictures

Supposed to be a poser moment, but it's kinda spoiled by that Bellatrix moment overwhelming the one in the middle. Me thinks she role plays too much. Hear that, RPG WOMAN?

Me thinks this is picture 374808560 out of i don't know how many, cos Jo was trying to capture the perfect picture lah, one where she smiles genuinely or at least appears to be. I just thought it was a nice pic of me =P

Oh yes yes, we all love the half pictures, half of me, half of Ash, half of CCY.

C(here's) to being brutal

I'm trying very hard not to start off this post with an, "I'm so sick of.."

So since i didn't start with an, "i'm so sick of...",
Haha what can i say, i could only be detained that long.

I am so sick of lying, being lied to and seeing lies in action.

Now that i'm done venting, here's a side note for all you very caring people [i'm being sarcastic here, in case you couldn't tell]:
Please don't flood my email or mobile inbox with curious questions like WHO was it that lied to me, WHAT actually happened and/or WAS it me.

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Okay, done venting!
This long long break from school has really given me a whole lot more time to build up proper relationships with people, catch up on my reading and think. I am so so glad i took it, even though people have been concerned that i might just waste my time during.

Taking all these trips here there and everywhere, i really had fun! Thank you to all who participated in these things, i enjoyed every moment of getting to know you and being with you, having good clean fun with you. And for those yet to join me soon in my upcoming little joyrides, i'm sooo looking forward to being with you all.

You are all worthy of my time.

You are all worth my time.

[I know i know, proper English erin, but it just doesn't sound the same]

That's what i wanted to convey to you all today.
C(here's) to being brutal.
[If you didn't get that...sigh why WHY?]

As featured in Vanity Fair:

In Character : Michael Douglas
The actor transforms into a man whose daughter is missing, a boy at a carnival and a 14-year-old girl in a shocking situation.

written, directed, and photographed by Howard Schatz August 2007

Left: You're a man whose daughter has been missing for two months. You've been called in by the police to identify the body of a young murder victim. The sheet is pulled back … and the victim isn't your daughter.

Center: You're a boy at a freakish carnival, watching a pierced performer munch live cockroaches.

Right: You're a 14-year-old girl who's just opened her 18-year-old sister's bedroom door to find her having sex with her boyfriend.