mmm BEER...

CAUTION!: As a responsible citizen i have a duty of care to ENCOURAGE you all to drink responsibly.

ATTENTION!!

A note to Henry upon turning 18 and to all other beer drinkers.

Life's Long Adventure Part 2

I'm sorry for the excitement of visiting my blog hoping to find it updated only to be disappointed cause it has not been updated.

Have been a lil busy.

When it comes to studying time, EVERYTHING seems more attractive than studying. From eating (which is always attractive), to sleeping (equally attractive), to watching TV (how can i say no?), to cleaning my room (which is always messy esp during exam periods) to gardening (what?!).

As usual there's always the regular dose of Krispy Kremes and KFC.

Life's Long Adventure...

Last week, on Life’s Long Adventure, Jeremy was born, went to kinder, tried to kiss a girl and went to Yr 1 after.

In Yr 2- Of bikes and injuries.

Rode a bike and fell into a drain head first. Received 4 stitches for that. (That explains the loose nut in my head)

Later that year, rode a bike, raced with a neighbor, collided and broke my arm. Mother was hysterical, while I on the other hand did not know I broke my arm. I coolly walked into the driveway lifted up my left arm and said, “There’s something wrong with my arm.” It was only upon reaching the hospital that my arm began to swell and it started hurting. And that was when I cried. But there was this guy that sure did put things into perspective. He had his head drenched with blood after somehow hitting it into a ceiling fan. He asked me not to cry saying that I did not have blood all over me and asked me to be brave. That image of him could have made me cry even more. Gross. My arm was corrected but it shifted in the cast. Twice. After the second time, we decided to leave it as it is as the surgery would be more complicated. And that’s why I walk around with a crooked left arm.

Yr 3 was the transition year. Changed schools from public to private. I’m of the opinion that public school ed in Malaysia is better than private school ed. The only thing that kept me sane were the friends. Cheers to ALL you people.

Yr 5- Holiday in the U.S. of A.

Blessed that I had the opportunity to go there as a kid. From San Fran, to Las Vegas, to San Diego, to LA and to the many places in between. I loved every bit of it. I remember bumping into some familiar faces while in Disneyland. Shaun and Ben Lee and family. What a small world.

Sundays was Sunday School Day from when I was young till Yr 6. I loved Sunday School. The singing of songs, the lessons, the friends and the teachers who showed so much care and love.

To be continued….

Life's long adventure: Part 1

i got tagged, i reckon this is the start of me being a famous blogger. not only did i get tagged, i was added to Ben's links (it's kinda obvious which is my link and in my defense, i am not short, i jus have tall friends). i should do more to interest you readers.

Life's long adventure

Born 24^th Feb 1985, I was the fattest baby in town. So fat, you’d think I stole someone else’s baby pics and called them my own.

I was the best baby in town. I would play quietly by myself and fall asleep. Mah jong chips were enough to keep me entertained.

It was 4 that I attended kindy and hated it. All I wanted to do was stay at home and play with my Lego. What I can remember is I jus received a cool Lego Technics set for my birthday and was playing with it the next morning and refused to get ready for kindy. My maid threatened me by saying if I do not get ready, she would throw it away. And I said “go ahead.” And she did. And I cried so bad.

But all that changed when I was 6. I met a girl on the bus to and from school. Her name, Sandra. She was a blonde (not a ‘blonde’ blonde) and I can dare say, she was my first crush. Since then, I loved going to kindy. Ooh we were also in the same class. Now this is where you’re gonna laugh your head off. It was this year that I watched ‘My Girl’. And in it, Thomas asks Vada to close her eyes and count to three and at three, he gives her a kiss. So there it was on the bus, after watching that movie, I decided to try it out. “Close ur eyes and count to three.” And it was at three that my best friend yelled out “HE’S GOING TO KISS YOU!!!” I thought she was going to freak out. Well, my best friend did. He was ‘EWW’ing the rest of the trip to school. But all she did was blush and smiled.

This was the time that I was actually cute (unlike now: plain hideous). We were taking our kindy ‘graduation’ pics with full on robes and scrolls. And the photographers liked my smile and actually recommended me to an advertising agency for commercials. Alas, things didn work out. If not, I’d be a child celeb. What happened was, I was an extremely shy kid (very hard to believe). During auditions, they asked me to pretend drinking milk from an empty glass. And my brother laughing behind thinking it was a dumb idea did not help. I was shy and I did my ‘shy’ thing. When shy, I used to bite my sleeves. They said come back in a year or two. But that was when I had the biggest buck teeth ever.

In year 1, I was really eager to go to school. I think it was the new uniforms. I woke up and put them on and waited eagerly for the bus to come. Rumour has it… that I got ready so early and waited so long for the bus that I got frustrated and changed out of my uniform and refused to go to school. When I finally did go to school, I got pushed into a puddle of mud and was covered from head to toe. (I was stick thin then and no longer the fat baby) And mum had to come to school with a new change of clothes for me.

Back to the Sandra episode. I did see her in Year 1. We were in different classes. Once as I was getting off the bus, walking to class, I saw her and she was walking in my direction. When she saw me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me aside. My brother who was in Yr 5, walking right behind, began to tease me with the rest of his friends. And it was then I was so embarrassed that I jus ran as fast as I could. Have not seen her since and have wondered how is she and how does she look like now and what is she doing??

To be continued...

KFC diaries

i should rename my blog to the above title

why??



Today's meal included a Go Large Xtreme Burger Meal & 3 piece Wicked Wings & additional regular fries.

What does all that mean?

That means i had
-a zinger burger
-1 piece OR chicken
-3 piece wicked wings
-1 larger fries
-1 regular fries
-1 regular potato and gravy
-1 600ml mountain dew

I'M FULL!

Finite trying to understand the Infinite

Disclaimer:
Parental Advisory: Christian Content. This post is not meant to offend the believes of anyone, so please do not get offended. Christianity is an integral part of my life and is therefore expressed through my thoughts and speech (and blog).

What was i thinking??

I was just stirred up when i came across a site that was trying to put logic and sense into everything.

And i came to this conclusion:
We just can't explain and have an answer for everything.

That doesn't mean we jus lay idle and accept blindly everything that comes our way cause God gave us a mind to think. By thinking, by using our intellect we would be able to appreciate the things around us.

And by thinking we would be able to realise that we are mere mortals with finite capabilities, trying to understand an infinite God and His creation. There is just so much we don't know. To think more highly of ourselves is just arrogance and ignorance.

-Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.-

To believe when i don't have all the answers, to trust when i don't see the whole picture, to hang on till i see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Lord I do believe, help me overcome my unbelief.

are u serious??

someone upon seeing my msn personal message:

"r u really gonna be 25 in 3 days?"

the next day...

someone else:

"hey r u really gonna be 25 in 3 days? i thought u r only 22....???!!???"

whoa!!!!!

it's alright... the more i look at the above statements i tell myself to take no offense...
seriously?? 25?? 22??

what '25 in 3 days' meant was...

i... had 25 of the above in 3 days!

i'm not that old...

i'm jus a fast food junkie(which i'm sure u can very well tell)

KFC Fix

Macca's has a breakfast menu
So does Hunry Jacks
And Subway...

Why doesn't KFC have a breakfast menu??
Do they need one?

Not when there's people like ME.

9a.m.
6 wicked wings
reg fries
reg pepsi
right before a medical check up- sure is healthy stuff...

'weirdo' glances
'insane' stares

A vacumn only you can fill

A whirlpool of emotions stirring up in me,
I can't tell if its both or one of joy or agony.
A mass of thoughts spinning through my mind,
Thoughts to sort out, whether or not there's time.

One minute ago I felt so close to you,
Now i cant help but wonder, where are you?
I know you did not distance yourself from me,
And if it's not you, it can only be me.

I'm sorry for the times I've wronged you.
Aware or unaware of what I do.
Oh how I've broken your heart,
When i only obey in part.

This seperation just doesn't feel right,
So cold, so dark, the lack of light.
That's what it feels like when you're absent,
My life is miserable when you're distant.

Oh the comfort of your assurance,
Oh the joy of your acceptance.
That you look beyond my faults,
Past my failures of all sorts.

My response is to love you more,
With a love untamed, one that is raw.
Draw me close to you,
Bring me back to you.

-Jeremy-

Do u think i will ever find God?

I got this from a forwarded email. Read on. Something to think about.

John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in
>>Chicago writes about a student in his Theology of
>>Faith class named Tommy:
>>
>>Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my
>>university students file into the classroom for
>>our first session in the Theology of Faith. That
>>was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind
>>both blinked.
>>
>>He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung
>>six inches below his shoulders. It was the first
>>time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I
>>guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know
>>in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but
>>what's in it that counts; but on that day I was
>>unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately
>>filed Tommy under "S" for strange... very strange.
>>
>>Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence"
>>in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly
>>objected to, smirked at, or whined about the
>>possibility of an unconditionally loving
>>Father/God. We lived with each other in relative
>>peace for one semester, although I admit he was
>>for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
>>
>>When he came up at the end of the course to turn
>>in his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, "Do
>>you think I'll ever find God?"
>>
>>I decided instantly on a little shock therapy.
>>"No!" I said very emphatically.
>>"Why not," he responded, "I thought that was the
>>product you were pushing."
>>
>>I let him get five steps from the classroom door
>>and then called out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll
>>ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He
>>will find you!"
>>
>>He shrugged a little and left my class and my
>>life. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought
>>that he had missed my clever line --- He will find
>>you! At least I thought it was clever. Later I
>>heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly
>>grateful.
>>
>>Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had
>>terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he
>>came to see me. When he walked into my office, his
>>body was very badly wasted and the long hair had
>>all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But
>>his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for
>>the first time, I believe.
>>
>>"Tommy, I've thought about you so often.. I hear
>>you are sick," I blurted out.
>>"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs.
>>It's a matter of weeks."
>>"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.
>>"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.
>>"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
>>"Well, it could be worse."
>>"Like what?"
>>"Well, like being fifty and having no values or
>>ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze,
>>seducing women, and making money are the real
>>'biggies' in life."
>>
>>I began to look through my mental file cabinet
>>under 'S' where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It
>>seems as though everybody I try to reject by
>>classification, God sends back into my life to
>>educate me.)
>>
>>"But what I really came to see you about," Tom
>>said, "is something you said to me on the last day
>>of class." (He remembered!)
>>He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would
>>ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised
>>me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I
>>thought about that a lot, even though my search
>>for God was hardly intense at that time.
>>
>>(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!)
>>
>>"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin
>>and told me that it was malignant, that's when I
>>got serious about locating God.
>>
>>And when the malignancy spread into my vital
>>organs, I really began banging bloody fists
>>against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did
>>not come out.. In fact, nothing happened. Did you
>>ever try anything for a long time with great
>>effort and with no success? You get
>>psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And
>>then you quit.
>>
>>Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a
>>few more futile appeals over that high brick wall
>>to a God who may be or may not be there, I just
>>quit. I decided that I didn't really care about
>>God, about an after life, or anything like that. I
>>decided to spend what time I had left doing
>>something more profitable. I thought about you and
>>your class and I remembered something else you had
>>said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life
>>without loving. But it would be almost equally sad
>>to go through life and leave this world without
>>ever telling those you loved that you had loved
>>them.' "
>>
>>"So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was
>>reading the newspaper when I
>>approached him. "Dad."
>>
>>"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
>>"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
>>"Well, talk."
>>"I mean. . . It's really important."
>>The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What
>>is it?"
>>"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that."
>>
>>Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious
>>satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret
>>joy flowing inside of him.
>>
>>"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my
>>father did two things I could never remember him
>>ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We
>>talked all night, even though he had to go to work
>>the next morning. It felt so good to be close to
>>my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to
>>hear him say that he loved me."
>>
>>"It was easier with my mother and little brother.
>>They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other,
>>and started saying real nice things to each other.
>>We shared the things we had been keeping secret
>>for so many years. I was only sorry about one
>>thing --- that I had waited so long.
>>
>>Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the
>>people I had actually been close to."
>>
>>"Then, one day I turned around and God was there.
>>He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I
>>guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a
>>hoop, 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give You
>>three days, three weeks.' Apparently God does
>>things in His own way and at His own hour. But the
>>important thing is that He was there. He found me!
>>You were right. He found me even after I stopped
>>looking for Him."
>>
>>"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are
>>saying something very important and much more
>>universal than you realize. To me, at least, you
>>are saying that the surest way to find God is not
>>to make Him a private possession, a problem
>>solver, or an instant consolation in time of need,
>>but rather by opening to love. You know, the
>>Apostle John said that.
>>
>>He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in
>>love is living with God and God is living in him.'
>>Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had
>>you in class you were a real pain. But
>>(laughingly) you can make it all up to me now.
>>Would you come into my present Theology of Faith
>>course and tell them what you have just told me?
>>If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half
>>as effective as if you were to tell them."
>>
>>"Ooh .... I was ready for you, but I don't know if
>>I'm ready for your class."
>>
>>"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready,
>>give me a call. In a few days Tom called, said he
>>was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that
>>for God and for me. So we scheduled a date.
>>However, he never made it. He had another
>>appointment, far more important than the one with
>>me and my class. Of course, his life was not
>>really ended by his death, only changed. He made
>>the great step from faith into vision. He found a
>>life far more beautiful than the eye of man has
>>ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the
>>mind of man has ever imagined. Before he died, we
>>talked one last time.
>>
>>"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
>>"I know, Tom."
>>"Will you tell them for me? Will you ... tell the
>>whole world for me?"
>>"I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
>>
>>So, to all of you who have been kind enough to
>>read this simple story about God's love, thank you
>>for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the
>>sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them,
>>Tommy, as best I could.
>>
>>With thanks,
>>
>>Father John Powell, SJ
>>Associate Professor
>>Loyola University in Chicago