counter reads: 138
The politically correct and edited quote of the day:
If I had THE money, I'd treat everyone to dinner. If.
Quote of the day no. 2:
Unless you are about to lose it, you may not know that you treasure it that much.
Handphones. I want to throw mine away.
First of all, I just want to clarify that I won't be throwing my handphone away. It's just a thought. I'm just tired of getting sms-es and having to arrange stuff through smses. It's too effort consuming. My fingers feel strained. Then again, nobody seems to use the house phone anymore. Probably because they aren't at home. And probably because almost everybody has a handphone. Seriously, my hp rings more than my house phone. Please call my house phone if possible. I'd appreciate it. Besides, I'm using a lousy plan with only 50 pathetic mins of talk time plus NO free smses. For some unspoken reasons, I can't change my plan.
Argh.
Secondly, with handphones, a lot of things seem more fluid and less reliable. When people arrange to meet at say 4pm, it can jolly well be shifted here and there with an sms. It's just too fluid. I really think we're getting too dependent on handphones. I want to be rid of this dependence.
Thirdly, I keep dropping my phone and forgetting where I've left it. That's such a burden. Tells you something about me eh? Butter fingers and absent-minded. Sheesh. Guess I can't exactly blame my phone for that...
Fourthly, strange people have sent mushy messages to my phone, reporting what they are doing every once in a while, oblivious to the fact that they've been raising the goosebumps of a complete stranger.Yesterday, I smsed two people whom I supposed to meet up for some stuff... and a strange unknown no. replied. Mr/ Miss unknown asked me who I was. So, I sent my sms again, thinking innocently that one of the persons whom I've messaged may have dedicated one hp for phone calls and the other new number to sms-es. The reply soon came and exclaimed that I've got the wrong person. That unknown no. has replied with such a stern tone that I felt as if I was accused of being a stalker. Not a pleasant experience. well, it's partly my fault though... I soon figured I've got the wrong number. OOOOooooops.
I wish I could leave my phone at home. But this will truly irritate people who need to contact me urgently. Argh.
Enough of the whining. I'm still going to be bring my phone around though. Perhaps I'll change my hp plan one day. Perhaps I'll designate a day every week to keep my phone at home. Hey, being uncontactable does seem to imply a certain sense of freedom, doesn't it?
Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
counter reads: 120
Quote of the day:
If I had money, I'd treat everyone to dinner. If.
People who make me think and *salute*:
*Mr. LT from the Ravi Zacharias Ministry. He speaks with conviction. He knows where he's heading and he knows what he's talking about when he says, 'One can talk about God very naturally.' We need to learn to connect what we know in the language of today.
*Reverend Adrian Vanleen from Australia. He's truly the walking dictionary on cults and occult. No dispute. He's a Cult buster.
Thought of the day:
The virtual disconnect.
As much as I like to blog about some stuff and have people to read what I have in mind, I still don't like the virtual disconnect. Although my friend has "known me better" and is "updated" about my life through this blog, I don't feel that way when I see my friend in physical reality. My psychological barrier makes me feel that my friend has not been updated at all. I diagnose this as the Virtual Disconnect. Is anyone suffering from the same thing as me?
So what's lacking? The intimate, emotional and personal experience of having a friend who smiles a real smile, laughs a real laugh (smilies not counted)and yawns a real yawn at what you have to say. The fullness of a person's personality cannot be found here-- the virtual blog.
Quote of the day:
If I had money, I'd treat everyone to dinner. If.
People who make me think and *salute*:
*Mr. LT from the Ravi Zacharias Ministry. He speaks with conviction. He knows where he's heading and he knows what he's talking about when he says, 'One can talk about God very naturally.' We need to learn to connect what we know in the language of today.
*Reverend Adrian Vanleen from Australia. He's truly the walking dictionary on cults and occult. No dispute. He's a Cult buster.
Thought of the day:
The virtual disconnect.
As much as I like to blog about some stuff and have people to read what I have in mind, I still don't like the virtual disconnect. Although my friend has "known me better" and is "updated" about my life through this blog, I don't feel that way when I see my friend in physical reality. My psychological barrier makes me feel that my friend has not been updated at all. I diagnose this as the Virtual Disconnect. Is anyone suffering from the same thing as me?
So what's lacking? The intimate, emotional and personal experience of having a friend who smiles a real smile, laughs a real laugh (smilies not counted)and yawns a real yawn at what you have to say. The fullness of a person's personality cannot be found here-- the virtual blog.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Counter reads:112.
Quote of the day:
You lose what you don't use.
Quote of the day two:
Collapse of the reductionist theory: If you are nothing but molecules, how can up draw the conclusion that you are nothing but molecules?
-- LT
Quote of the day three:
We can be satisfied neither by something we've created nor by something or someone less than a person.
-- LT
Quote of the day four:
Relatives are friendships made not by choice.
-- LT
Quote of the day five:
Possession is not satisfaction.
Satisfaction comes when there's meaning.
-- LT
Quote of the day six:
Our identity is who we are, not what we do.
Quote of the day seven:
Who am I?
Where do I come from?
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
I know the answer. Do you?
-- JT
*If you want the answer for quote no.7, you know where to tag and the JT will be challenged to give a satisfying answer.*
Quote of the day:
You lose what you don't use.
Quote of the day two:
Collapse of the reductionist theory: If you are nothing but molecules, how can up draw the conclusion that you are nothing but molecules?
-- LT
Quote of the day three:
We can be satisfied neither by something we've created nor by something or someone less than a person.
-- LT
Quote of the day four:
Relatives are friendships made not by choice.
-- LT
Quote of the day five:
Possession is not satisfaction.
Satisfaction comes when there's meaning.
-- LT
Quote of the day six:
Our identity is who we are, not what we do.
Quote of the day seven:
Who am I?
Where do I come from?
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
I know the answer. Do you?
-- JT
*If you want the answer for quote no.7, you know where to tag and the JT will be challenged to give a satisfying answer.*
Monday, May 24, 2004
Counter reads: 104.
I've been thinking of what interesting stuff I can write. And three interesting topics came to mind. haha.
1) What's so good about clubbing and pubbing...
2) 3Ms of getting attached.
3) Why nobody wants to read the Bible. Or should I go deeper and think about deeper issues... interesting...
*Author, the JT, reserves all rights to change the topics anytime and anyhow.*
However, the JT is quite tired at the moment. The JT hasn't been sleeping well.. and will not until what has to be done is done. The JT must not be late tomorrow morning. Good night for now... and may the JT remember What's to be done for Why's to be done for Who's to be done. Done.
I've been thinking of what interesting stuff I can write. And three interesting topics came to mind. haha.
1) What's so good about clubbing and pubbing...
2) 3Ms of getting attached.
3) Why nobody wants to read the Bible. Or should I go deeper and think about deeper issues... interesting...
*Author, the JT, reserves all rights to change the topics anytime and anyhow.*
However, the JT is quite tired at the moment. The JT hasn't been sleeping well.. and will not until what has to be done is done. The JT must not be late tomorrow morning. Good night for now... and may the JT remember What's to be done for Why's to be done for Who's to be done. Done.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Quote of the day No.2:
Worrying is like a rocking chair.
You keep moving back and forth
but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-- heard from a friend
Verse of the day No.1:
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
-- Matthew 6:33-34
Worrying is like a rocking chair.
You keep moving back and forth
but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-- heard from a friend
Verse of the day No.1:
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
-- Matthew 6:33-34
Friday, May 21, 2004
What's in a Good Toilet?
To me, the role model toilet so far seems to be the YFC toilet at EH. It is no posh hotel toilet but it is still a pleasant toilet. For those of you who's been there, you know what I mean. So what's a good toilet?
A good toilet is a good toilet is a good toilet.
1) It has no foul smell. In fact it smells pleasant. Try Haze. There shouldn't be an overpowering artificial fruity smell that fails to mask the horrible odour beneath it. NO Smoking in the toilet please. No cigarette butts in the toilet bowl either.
* To Smokers: Please QUIT SMOKING altogether. It's unhealthy, uncool and inconsiderate. And you smell like smoke no matter how hard you try to mask it with perfume or deodorant. I've sat beside enough pleasant-looking people who ruined their image with that smoky smell on the bus... and meet enough people in toilets trying to spray deodorant and mask that smoky odour unsuccessfully. Imagine overpowering perfume with hints of cigarette smoke...*
2) It is dry and clean. No puddles of water blackened with muddy footprints.
3) It is well-lit.
4) It has taps and flushes that work well.
5) It has mirrors that are clean.
6) There is good ventilation.
7) There is sufficient toilet paper for everone.
8) The hand-drier works without making funny noises and emmiting suspicious burning smells.
9) It is peaceful and quiet.
10) There is a rubbish bin that is large enough to contain most of the rubbish and keep unsightly things out of sight.
11) The doors work. The hinges don't screech. The doors can be locked properly and easily unlocked as well. Nobody wants to be stuck in the toilet.
12) The toilet bowl is in good shape with toilet seats that are not wet or cracked.
12) No graffiti. None of those nonsense phone numbers and vulgarities. If you feel like drawing tortoises in rebellion, take your art somewhere else. Try the nearby community centre for the children's art competition or go high-tech and try Adobe Photoshop.
13) X-Factor. X-factor refers to the people who use the toilet. If these people use the toilet with a heart, we'd all have clean toilets.
A good toilet is a good toilet is a good toilet.
To me, the role model toilet so far seems to be the YFC toilet at EH. It is no posh hotel toilet but it is still a pleasant toilet. For those of you who's been there, you know what I mean. So what's a good toilet?
A good toilet is a good toilet is a good toilet.
1) It has no foul smell. In fact it smells pleasant. Try Haze. There shouldn't be an overpowering artificial fruity smell that fails to mask the horrible odour beneath it. NO Smoking in the toilet please. No cigarette butts in the toilet bowl either.
* To Smokers: Please QUIT SMOKING altogether. It's unhealthy, uncool and inconsiderate. And you smell like smoke no matter how hard you try to mask it with perfume or deodorant. I've sat beside enough pleasant-looking people who ruined their image with that smoky smell on the bus... and meet enough people in toilets trying to spray deodorant and mask that smoky odour unsuccessfully. Imagine overpowering perfume with hints of cigarette smoke...*
2) It is dry and clean. No puddles of water blackened with muddy footprints.
3) It is well-lit.
4) It has taps and flushes that work well.
5) It has mirrors that are clean.
6) There is good ventilation.
7) There is sufficient toilet paper for everone.
8) The hand-drier works without making funny noises and emmiting suspicious burning smells.
9) It is peaceful and quiet.
10) There is a rubbish bin that is large enough to contain most of the rubbish and keep unsightly things out of sight.
11) The doors work. The hinges don't screech. The doors can be locked properly and easily unlocked as well. Nobody wants to be stuck in the toilet.
12) The toilet bowl is in good shape with toilet seats that are not wet or cracked.
12) No graffiti. None of those nonsense phone numbers and vulgarities. If you feel like drawing tortoises in rebellion, take your art somewhere else. Try the nearby community centre for the children's art competition or go high-tech and try Adobe Photoshop.
13) X-Factor. X-factor refers to the people who use the toilet. If these people use the toilet with a heart, we'd all have clean toilets.
A good toilet is a good toilet is a good toilet.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
NewsFlash! I get to keep my PuP! So happy... the other owner didn't want him coz he heard about my dog's bad habits of chasing neighbours and his outbursts of rebelliousness... haha. I'm happy. :)
Thunderstorm
Questions.
What do you do when someone shows a horrible thunderstorm face at you when you've done nothing at all to offend the person? How do you respond when you're given an expression of disgust and cold fury? What do you do when you don't know what's wrong? And it's been going on for quite a long while. You probably haven't done anything but do what you've been doing. It's possible that it's the self-imposed comparison that resulted in this. I can see sharp, pointed icicles that has the power to burn sour, acidic holes in hearts. I've no idea. Rash reaction to that? Deliver a tight slap. But that is a reaction that brings a storm of tormenting regret. Action taken: ignores. Reflection done: That's being too stoic and unconcerned. Prayer: That I'll learn to do the right thing with compassion and conviction. Love.
Thought of the day
What's the point of gaining the world and all its fame, friends and fortune but lose the ones who's been sharing the same roof and the same blood ties as you all your life?
Thunderstorm
Questions.
What do you do when someone shows a horrible thunderstorm face at you when you've done nothing at all to offend the person? How do you respond when you're given an expression of disgust and cold fury? What do you do when you don't know what's wrong? And it's been going on for quite a long while. You probably haven't done anything but do what you've been doing. It's possible that it's the self-imposed comparison that resulted in this. I can see sharp, pointed icicles that has the power to burn sour, acidic holes in hearts. I've no idea. Rash reaction to that? Deliver a tight slap. But that is a reaction that brings a storm of tormenting regret. Action taken: ignores. Reflection done: That's being too stoic and unconcerned. Prayer: That I'll learn to do the right thing with compassion and conviction. Love.
Thought of the day
What's the point of gaining the world and all its fame, friends and fortune but lose the ones who's been sharing the same roof and the same blood ties as you all your life?
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Upset: I WANT MY DOG
Sometimes, what they say seems to be true. Unpleasant things come in packages. The atrocious weather has already been fueling some sort of unfounded irritation in me. Other stress factors are also eating me up. Something's brewing. If that's not enough, I've just realised that my darling doggie, who's been with me since he was a two-month old puppy, will be given away in three days time. He's MY PUPPY!
I saw how he grew from a little flat-faced pup with a skunk-like black stripe running down his back to the big golden-brown fluff ball that he is. He still has that hint of skunk-like black stripe in his hair. I like his cotton ball tail that curls and wags in excitement every time someone comes home. I like the way his ears flatten when he greets us the moment we step through the door. I like the way he wipes his feet on the floor mat after he's done with his bowel movements. I like the way he playfully bites my ankles just to get my attention. I enjoy the round-round tug of war that we play with is favourite yellow towel. It always amuses me to see him search the whole house for his smelly towel. When he was a pup, I used to dangle his towel in front of him and he'd charge towards it like a bull. He always ends up struggling to get out of the towel mess. He likes to play fetch and slime up those green tennis balls. But he doesn't exactly fetch the ball back to you. He makes you run after him for it. When he's nothing better to do, he bites on his toy shoe. He loves to lie at the stairs so that he is tall enough to stare out of the window and await our return. He loves to be scratched behind the ears and patted on his belly. He sneezes and coughs sometimes. He likes to stretch the left hind leg when we stretch at home. He yawns. He's scared of heights. His tail droops when he's scared. He hates it when we comb the hair near his butt. He hates cutting his nails coz we had nipped his nail too deep before and it bled. He uses dog cologne. He likes to lick our faces. He loves all kinds of food and fruits except chilli and starfruit and cucumber. He loves durian and ice-cream. He loves the outdoors. He's anti-social and doesn't like other dogs to sniff about him. He's a loyal darling.
Well, he's michievous nevertheless. Always scratching up newspapers and barking at our neighbour's kids. He scares them. He hates that uncle who poked his umbrella at him. He likes to hang around the corridor when we water the plants and scout for leaves to toy with or neighbours to intimidate. He knows the garang-guni man. He scares off door-to-door salesman whom we don't want to talk to. When we leave him home alone for too long, he'd pee in the house in rebellion. And everytime he's guilty,he'd go out to his punishment area at the balcony and sit there, ears flattened, tail down, face guilty.
I've lotsa memories with my darling dog. He gave our family something common to fuss about and to laugh about. When I bathe him, it'll be my turn for a bath next coz I'll be all wet.
I admit that I dont take enough responsibility in cleaning up his poo and bathing him and walking him. But it doesnt mean he has to go right? Now that times has changed and we've to tighten our belts a little, there's still some leaway to keep him right? I'll play my part in taking care of him more...
But it's too late. He'll be gone. It's been arranged for him to leave this Sat to a stranger's home. I can't even visit him again. No one to welcome me home with a cheerful bounce. Things will be very different somehow. I'm so going to miss him.
Do you all know what I mean...
I pray that the family who's going to look after him will be nice and I pray that God will direct my thoughts and emotions in a way that's pleasing to Him. May the 'down' experiences in my life 'up' my spiritual walk with God.
Sometimes, what they say seems to be true. Unpleasant things come in packages. The atrocious weather has already been fueling some sort of unfounded irritation in me. Other stress factors are also eating me up. Something's brewing. If that's not enough, I've just realised that my darling doggie, who's been with me since he was a two-month old puppy, will be given away in three days time. He's MY PUPPY!
I saw how he grew from a little flat-faced pup with a skunk-like black stripe running down his back to the big golden-brown fluff ball that he is. He still has that hint of skunk-like black stripe in his hair. I like his cotton ball tail that curls and wags in excitement every time someone comes home. I like the way his ears flatten when he greets us the moment we step through the door. I like the way he wipes his feet on the floor mat after he's done with his bowel movements. I like the way he playfully bites my ankles just to get my attention. I enjoy the round-round tug of war that we play with is favourite yellow towel. It always amuses me to see him search the whole house for his smelly towel. When he was a pup, I used to dangle his towel in front of him and he'd charge towards it like a bull. He always ends up struggling to get out of the towel mess. He likes to play fetch and slime up those green tennis balls. But he doesn't exactly fetch the ball back to you. He makes you run after him for it. When he's nothing better to do, he bites on his toy shoe. He loves to lie at the stairs so that he is tall enough to stare out of the window and await our return. He loves to be scratched behind the ears and patted on his belly. He sneezes and coughs sometimes. He likes to stretch the left hind leg when we stretch at home. He yawns. He's scared of heights. His tail droops when he's scared. He hates it when we comb the hair near his butt. He hates cutting his nails coz we had nipped his nail too deep before and it bled. He uses dog cologne. He likes to lick our faces. He loves all kinds of food and fruits except chilli and starfruit and cucumber. He loves durian and ice-cream. He loves the outdoors. He's anti-social and doesn't like other dogs to sniff about him. He's a loyal darling.
Well, he's michievous nevertheless. Always scratching up newspapers and barking at our neighbour's kids. He scares them. He hates that uncle who poked his umbrella at him. He likes to hang around the corridor when we water the plants and scout for leaves to toy with or neighbours to intimidate. He knows the garang-guni man. He scares off door-to-door salesman whom we don't want to talk to. When we leave him home alone for too long, he'd pee in the house in rebellion. And everytime he's guilty,he'd go out to his punishment area at the balcony and sit there, ears flattened, tail down, face guilty.
I've lotsa memories with my darling dog. He gave our family something common to fuss about and to laugh about. When I bathe him, it'll be my turn for a bath next coz I'll be all wet.
I admit that I dont take enough responsibility in cleaning up his poo and bathing him and walking him. But it doesnt mean he has to go right? Now that times has changed and we've to tighten our belts a little, there's still some leaway to keep him right? I'll play my part in taking care of him more...
But it's too late. He'll be gone. It's been arranged for him to leave this Sat to a stranger's home. I can't even visit him again. No one to welcome me home with a cheerful bounce. Things will be very different somehow. I'm so going to miss him.
Do you all know what I mean...
I pray that the family who's going to look after him will be nice and I pray that God will direct my thoughts and emotions in a way that's pleasing to Him. May the 'down' experiences in my life 'up' my spiritual walk with God.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
How to reset counter...
As a html idiot so far, ahem, I figured that I do not know how to reset my counter. So... to the... *counts finger* one, two, three, four or five and six people who officially know my blog exists, please educate me k? All who have chanced upon this blog by accident can also lend a teaching hand... yeah, that's what my tag board is for! Information exchange, sharing and comments happen there until I find a more high-tech way of doing so... :p
As a html idiot so far, ahem, I figured that I do not know how to reset my counter. So... to the... *counts finger* one, two, three, four or five and six people who officially know my blog exists, please educate me k? All who have chanced upon this blog by accident can also lend a teaching hand... yeah, that's what my tag board is for! Information exchange, sharing and comments happen there until I find a more high-tech way of doing so... :p
Monday, May 17, 2004
Quote of the day
They say that money can't buy you happiness, that the best things in life are free, that all you need is love. Those people must have been talking about God.
-- interesting sms
Medicine of the Day
Betopic cream: Healer of mouth allergies and some other skin allergies. Give it 3 days and it will transform scaly lips that peel, flake and gets scraped by a mere breeze into normal lips again. (And after the experience of lip allergy, you'll learn to appreciate the fact that you don't normally notice that your lips are there...)
*available on prescription only*
They say that money can't buy you happiness, that the best things in life are free, that all you need is love. Those people must have been talking about God.
-- interesting sms
Medicine of the Day
Betopic cream: Healer of mouth allergies and some other skin allergies. Give it 3 days and it will transform scaly lips that peel, flake and gets scraped by a mere breeze into normal lips again. (And after the experience of lip allergy, you'll learn to appreciate the fact that you don't normally notice that your lips are there...)
*available on prescription only*
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