Now What About Tongues.

A controversial issue, but nonetheless, it has to be raised.

Lets read 1 Corinthians 14 before I begin.

It's too long to post the whole chapter, so I hope you would've read it by now as you continue reading my post. Recently, I went for a YACF camp in Gopeng for 4 days. A whole new experience to me, opened my eyes to many things. But yet, some things I felt were compromising the biblical truths and so, it leaves me with no option but to post my thoughts on certain issues. The issue of tongues.

During camp, almost everyone spoke in tongues, even pastor and team. I find everyone so different from me and the way I worship that to a certain point, I began questioning myself, have I got it all wrong from the start? Well, during one of the prayer sessions, where most everyone were crying/speaking in tongues as usual, I flipped to a passage in the Bible which gave me complete assurance of my beliefs so far. The passage is 1 Corinthians 14.

Sometimes I couldn't understand the reason people are doing the things they do, when a simple child could understand clearly the passage in 1 Corinthians. In 1 Corinthians 14:2 it says,

"For he who speaks in a tongue does not speak to men but to God, for no one understands him; however in the spirit he speaks mysteries."

Now if we were to take the Bible out of its context, the way speaking in tongues is practiced today would be absolutely appropriate and there would be no problems. But lets not disrespect the Word of God but instead, to read it in its fullness and context.

Now we go on to 1 Corinthians 14:5.

"I wish you all spoke with tongues, but even more that you prophesied; for he who prophesies is greater than he who speaks with tongues, unless indeed he interprets, that the church may receive edification."

The next big chunk of verse.

"But now, brethren, if I come to you speaking with tongues, what shall i profit you unless I speak to you either by revelation, by knowledge, by prophesying, or by teaching? Even things without life, whether flute or harp, when they make a sound, unless they make a distinction in the sounds, how will it be known what is piped or played?"

"So likewise you, unless you utter by the tongue words easy to understand, how will it be known what is spoken? For you will be speaking into the air. There are, it may be, so many kinds of languages in the world, and none of them is without significance."

And here is the part which cuts to the point.

"There let him who speaks in a tongue pray that he may interpret. For if I pray in a tongue, my spirit prays, but my understanding is unfruitful. What is the conclusion then? I will pray with the spirit, and I will also pray with the understanding. I will sing with the spirit, and I will also sing with the understanding. Otherwise, if you bless with the spirit, how will he who occupies the place of the uninformed say "Amen" at your giving of thanks, since he does not understand what you say? For you indeed give thanks well, but the other is not edified."


And the last bit about tongues.

"I thank my God that I speak with tongues more than you all; yet in the church I would rather speak five words with my understanding, that I may teach others also, than ten thousand words in a tongue."

"Therefore if the whole church comes together in one place, and all speak with tongues, and there come in those who are uninformed or unbelievers, will they not say that you're out of your mind?"


"How is it then, brethren? Whenever you come together, each of you has a psalm, has a teaching, has a tongue, has a revelation, has an interpretation. Let all things be done for edification. If anyone speaks in a tongue, let there be two or at the most three, each in turn, and let one interpret. But if there is no interpreter, let him keep silent in church, and let him speak to himself and to God."

And that's about it. The apostle Paul stated very clearly what each one of us need to know about tongues. I could not bring myself to agree with the church ( when I say church, it refers to the people of God ), all blabbering in unknown languages, worshipping God. Paul said clearly, that if there is no interpreter, let the person keep silent and speak to himself and God. Why bother blabbering gibberish loudly when no one understands you? You say you're praising God but how could we all say "Amen" to the things which we heard but not understand? I believe in tongues, but not how they are practiced today (pun intended). I'm not someone who's an anti-charismatic. I'm not pro-brethren as well. All I believe are the biblical truths, set before me in their wholeness. I'm not jugdemental, I'm not saying that all people are hypocrites when they speak aloud in tongues. But maybe its time to learn, that a multitude of people blabbering aloud does not edify anyone. If the Spirit prompts, and one wants to speak in tongues, but there is no interpreter, one should learn to keep it to himself. And maybe that way, we can all worship God in Spirit and in truth, and at the same time prevent anyone from making an impression. Amen.

I guess sometimes, what we lack is the innocence and simplicity of a child in understanding the Word of God.

Why Berbatov Should Not Leave Tottenham Hotspur

There's so much nonsense surrounding the future of Berbatov at Tottenham that it's beginning to eat into his mind. Earlier in the season, Berba pledged his allegiance to Spurs. But lately, things are not the same. Berba's agent, and even Berba himself have indicated that we will not see him playing for Spurs next season. Here are some food for thought.

The main reason Berba should not leave Spurs is this. Yes, we all know Spurs is nothing compared to Manchester United, Barcelona, or Real Madrid. They are a growing club. And that's the ultimate reason why we need a big name here. The papers were right. Every time a growing club lands a big name, the rich and famous clubs would buy them over. And this leaves no room for competition. BPL is too predictable. The Big Four will always be the Big Four. There will never be room for breakthrough. Lets divert from Berba for a minute. Take Gareth Barry as an example. Aston Villa. No big club, but yes, given the chance, could be contenders for Champions League. Finished 6th for the season is a huge achievement for Villa, under the brilliant guidance of Martin O'Neill. And then in comes the Big Four with their plan to stop anyone from competing with them. We hear news of Arsenal, even Liverpool, with intentions of buying Gareth Barry, one of the talismanic figures there. And that's what the Big Four are doing to all the clubs in BPL.

Berba is a a unique, talented, creative, and intelligent player. With him in Spurs, chances of breaking in to top four in the league would be greater. But now, we hear news of Manchester United, and other big clubs wanting to buy him. And the nature of man is this - greed. Money can manipulate almost anyone. Berba stated he wanted to play Champions League football and cited that as the main reason he would be moving from Spurs. But Berba, why not give Spurs a chance? I am sure you could play Champions League football if you were to stay in Spurs. Why move to a big club to prove nothing? Just to be another Shevchenko?

You know, no clubs started off big. They grow over time, mostly due to great achievements, namely, trophies. And great achievements are made when you have a great team. And big names are made from great teams. How could any club grow when already established clubs cut off every single source of growth whenever their position is threatened? Am I giving biased opinions and comments? No.

Look at the season that has just ended. Against the Big Four, Spurs have produced unbelieveable results for a club of their size. In the Carling Cup competition, Spurs thrashed Arsenal 5-1 and eventually went on to win the trophy, beating Chelsea 2-1 in the finals. In the league, they drew with Manchester United, and they could have won, if it wasn't for Tevez who equalized in stoppage time. They came back from 3-1 to draw 4-4 with Chelsea in another breath-taking encounter. Spurs are a great club and they are meant for great things.

So, Berba, why not have faith in the club like all your mates do? With experienced players like Robbie Keane, Ledley King, Woodgate, Malbranque and talented young figures like Huddlestone, Lennon, and O'Hara, I am sure next season would be much more interesting. IF Berba were to stay with the team.

I hope you read this, man.

The Cock And Bull Story

Another piece of nonsense at 5am.

Let us join hands with WWF ( World Wide Fund for Nature ) in their conservation, research, and restoration efforts for the natural environment.

How?

Firstly, let me make the assumption that all of us, at one point or another in our lives, use words that are inappropriate. Here's a solution for those who find it hard to tame their tongue.

I shall began.

This would be a tutorial on how to lessen the use of foul language and at the same time, do something for the earth, by promoting animals. Let me assume for instance, you're in an angry state due to an untrue statement your friend made about you. I would again assume that at that point, one would be tempted to say "What the F**K?" If you identify yourself in this situation, I would suggest you replace that crude word with the name of an animal. The classic would be, "What the FISH?" or "What the FOX?" or "What the FROG?" That way, not only are we able to stop ourselves from saying something BAD but at the same time, promote love for cute animals dying of extinction.

On to something milder.

For instance, you made a silly mistake. I would make the assumption that at that point, one's natural mouth reflexes would be to use the word "Shit". Well, to every problem, there is a solution. For this particular word, it can well be replaced by the word "Shrimp". Now let's take a look at a scenario. You're walking down the road when a car runs into you. In that state of agony and pain, you would still be able to curse before you die. Think about it for a second, if in that situation, you said "Oh, SHRIMP!" instead of "Oh, SHIT!" before you die. How many lives of shrimps would you have saved even though you lose yours? Now, that's the spirit of a martyr.

More controversial words.

In my professional opinion, the usage of the word "Bitch" should be encouraged BUT its usage should only be limited to reference of the male gender. This is because it would be rude, it would be crude, to refer to a lady as a "Bitch". Not only is it degrading, it's denigrating in nature. Therefore, the usage of this word should only be encouraged among the male gender as it does no harm to anyone. Instead, it would promote the love for female dogs, as they are often unwanted after giving birth. Now I would definitely disagree with the usage of the word "Bastard". So, the next time your stupid friend comes round and irritate you, call him a "Beaver" instead. This would definitely annoy him as you put him on the same level as an animal and at the same time, remind people around of the cute little beavers dying of extinction in the North-Pole.

Almost to the end.

For no particular reason, you may be tempted to say "Bloody Hell!" to someone or at something. Again, I would suggest that these words be replaced with "Birdy Hen". So, the next time after you watch a game where Tottenham thrash Manchester United 6-0, you can now say, "Birdy Hen, that game was fantastic!". Ah, wouldn't it be nice to savour your favourite team's victory over a dumb, lame club and yet not use BAD words?

The final part.

We have often heard of words like "Slut", "Whore", and "Prostitute" being used by rough, insensitive people. We, being the good citizens of earth, should always figure a way to turn the negative into something positive. For this trilogy of words, I would suggest that each be replaced by "Sloth", "Whale", and "Platypus" respectively. Wouldn't it be sweet if you tell someone "You're a SLOTH!" or "You're a WHALE!" or "You're a PLATYPUS!" ? And last but not least, the infamous Indian bad word "PUNDEK" can now be officially replaced by the word "PANDA" in moments your wrath could not be subdued, or in moments that you just feel like cursing for nothing. That way, our poor panda brothers in Taiwan can rest in peace.

It's 5.43 am. I should have slept.

"Fight for animal rights for they will be the leaders of tomorrow."
Albert Einstein

5th April 2001

Daph : Have you read the latest post on your brothers' blogs?

Me : Nope. But I do visit their blog. What's the latest?

Daph : I'm just asking whether you read their post or not.

Me : Yeah, I do browse through their blog.

Daph : Latest post??

Me : Er, no. What's it about?

Daph : Your dad.


Above was the rough conversation I had with Daph on the phone just moments ago. Immediately, I went to my brothers' blogs and read Colin's latest post on a person that seem so far away to me now. Dad.

12.00 am, my phone's reminder set off. As I reached for my phone, I wondered who's birthday it was. When I took it out, the reminder read "daddy". Yes, it's dad's anniversary, 5th April 2008, 7 years since he's left.

Much of who dad is has been elaborated in Colin's blog. I totally agree with all that he wrote, a precise description of most of dad's characteristics. But I myself felt compelled to post one on my own, my memories with dad.

Being the youngest, my memories with dad are different altogether. I remember the times he fetched me from school with his trademark Honda Accord and we shared sweets. Times he accompanied me to bed. Times we laughed and tickled each other. The time we fought over watching Global or WWF ( WWE now ). Times the electricity went out, and we sang Christian hymns from the blue book he printed for our family. The time he comforted me when mom didn't allow me to rare the puppy I brought home. Times he asked me to spell different words. Times he walked up and down the house, after dinner. Times I helped him pull his few strands of moustache. The time he carried me everywhere, when I had an accident and could not walk. Times he bought me my favourite comic book, Dragon Ball. Times I went to pasar malam with him. The time he bought me a remote control car when I burnt my legs. And times, so much times, that words could not say it all.

That night, I was next to him. I witnessed it all. And every time I think about that night, it hurts. It makes me stop doing whatever I am doing. I pause completely. Often, I choose not to think about it. But, you're not forgotten. Memories of you will always be in my heart.

How I miss the times when we talked and joked. But what remains now are the distant memories of the past. 7 years have gone so fast. I will be entering university soon. I have become a son you would be proud of, if you're here.

A tribute to Daddy, the greatest dad.

To Dare Is To Do

It's been ages since I blog, I know. But the blogging feel just returned lately, what can I do? Currently : very busy applying for scholarships and universities. I so wanna go UK. The IELTS exam is a pain in the ass.

Anyway, this post, is not about me. It's about my favourite club in the world : Tottenham Hotspur. I am a football fan. Over the weekend, I sat for 4 hours in front of the intelligent box, watching the MU Vs Liverpool and Chelsea Vs Arsenal match consecutively. It was breath-taking, especially the latter.

Well, it isn't easy, supporting a club that not many people do. It isn't easy, especially when PEOPLE ( I hate all of you ) around you are MU supporters, often taunting, mocking, and ridiculing you. But nevertheless, Tottenham Hotspur has proven itself worthy of my support and love, over time. It wasn't as beautiful before Ramos took over. Yes, Jol, we know you did hell lot of good with the club, but you just weren't producing results. So, it's sayonara to you, soldier.

I do agree though, that the true revolution of Tottenham did not begin with Ramos, but with Martin Jol, the former manager. Thanks to his many changes, ideas, buying and selling of players, Tottenham became serious contenders for the Top Four spot, for at least two seasons. That was before his downfall. But lets not forget, it was Jol who signed the genius Berbatov. And not just Berbatov, but Aaron Lennon, Jermaine Jenas, Steed Malbranque, Tom Huddlestone and even Michael Dawson, all who are part of the current first team, the core of Tottenham Hotspur. And while Jol's contribution cannot be brushed off, Ramos himself was a revolution and turned many fortunes around in Tottenham, in light of Jol's dismissal.

Ramos was a man of actions. Jol's downfall was his own making. What he did not do was take the right actions at the right time. Players who were not performing were not left out. Jol stuck to his first team in every game, afraid to make changes, afraid to antagonise any of his players. But when Ramos came to town, everything was different. He showed the players who's the boss around.

Changes that he made include introducing a healthy diet for all his players, which saw that fat and non-performing Tom Huddlestone turned slim and started taking beautiful free-kicks, corners and attempts on goal. Ever since the arrival of Ramos, Jenas was transformed from a slack midfielder, to a creative and clever playmaker. And of course, the combination of Berbatov and Keane was lethal, but again, Ramos often reminded these two that they are not the ideal pair even though they are favourites to start as first team forwards. With Ramos' principles in mind and Darren Bent fighting for a place, Keane and Berbatov would definitely buck themselves up in every training session.

For that clumsy, butter-fingered, Paul Robinson, Ramos used him as a substitute for a run of games after a series of poor peformances, to teach him a lesson that he had to earn his place to be in the first team, and completely wiped out the mentality of I-should-be-in-the-first-team-since-I-am-England's-top-goalkeeper. Not forgetting, that idiot Younes Kaboul, who cost Tottenham a few games with his slack defending, was left out and now, he is warming the bench. And of course, all credits to Ramos for the signing of two top-class players : Jonathan Woodgate ( who scored the winner in Carling Cup final against Chelsea ) and Alan Hutton. Tottenham's defence was strengthen with their arrival and the timely return of Ledley King.

The selling of Jermaine Defoe was a good move too, considering that he did not understand the idea of fighting for a place, but instead, kept demanding for a first team start, and not even performing when he came on as a substitute. He even missed a penalty. Now how about that?? Finally, even Chimbonda was punished with a fine for throwing his tantrum when he was substituted in the Carling Cup final. Now that's what we call a top-class, world-class, manager.

When Ramos arrived, many thought he was a selfish man, only acting in the interest of himself. Many thought he left Sevilla for Tottenham, tempted by the lucrative offer. As much as we cannot deny that, yes, Ramos was driven by money, we too cannot deny the fact that he is worth what he is paid for. Every game so far has further proven his credentials, especially winning the Carling Cup, Tottenham's first major cup victory in 9 years. And together with Gus Poyet, they form a formidable managerial team, which I believe, in time, would lead Tottenham Hotspur to greater glory. Yes, many will laugh, considering Tottenham's 11th position in the Premier League. But let's all remember that Ramos took over the mess that Jol made at the bottom of the table, and at least, pulled Tottenham up from the shambles that they were in and eventual relegation prospects. Ramos, you have my faith. It's the dawn of a new era, where a new Big Four would emerge.

Thank goodness it wasn't Keegan who replaced Jol. Hell knows what would have happened if he was.

Aku Skandal

Satu, dua, tiga, go...

Cintaku berikan semua
Agar kau gembira sentiasa
Engkau tetap pergi
Pergi meninggalkanku sendiri

Jangan disimpan tiada rahsia
Katakan saja aku terima
Engkau tetap pergi
Pergi meninggalkanku sendiri

Chorus:
Waktu duka dulu kita lalui bersama
Bahagia bagaikan malam ditemani bintang terang
Hancur hati bila kau undurkan diri
Meninggalkan aku
Meninggalkan aku sendiri

Senyuman manis dibawa angin
Ku tunggu dikau terasa dingin
Engkau tetap pergi
Pergi meninggalkanku sendiri

Jangan disimpan tiada rahsia
Katakan saja aku terima
Engkau tetap pergi
Pergi meninggalkanku sendiri...

Chorus:
Waktu duka dulu kita lalui bersama
Bahagia bagaikan malam ditemani bintang terang
Hancur hati bila kau undurkan diri
Meninggalkan aku
Meninggalkan aku sendiri

Let's go... woo!

Lalalalalalalalalalalalala...

[2x] Chorus:
Waktu duka dulu kita lalui bersama
Bahagia bagaikan malam ditemani bintang terang
Hancur hati bila kau undurkan diri
Meninggalkan aku
Meninggalkan aku sendiri

The Adventures Down Under 3

From left : Momma, Colin, Me

Nothing much these few days. Yesterday was Colin's convocation, the main reason we are over here in Australia. It was one of those weird days, where it rained in Australia although its summer. Eddie said we were lucky to see it. Well, bro's convo was alright, not super grand, yet meekly elegant. I had a great time with Eddie's SLR camera, turning me into my bro's professional photographer. The list was long, and it was a boring time, looking at all the people in regalia go up and down the stage. Then at night, we went to where bro used to work to eat some Malaysian food. Boy, the food reminds me of home. We had a great time, all six of us, eating and drinking wine. It was a real good night, and shortly after home, I was unconscious.

Well, the day before, we went to the city to snap Colin's graduation photo. At night, we went to Docklands, a beautiful harbour with cafes all around. Took some photos there before heading to Crowns, a shopping mall cum casino. Didn't have time to enter the Casino but we went to a cafe in Crowns to celebrate Colin's graduation and also Joyce's birthday. Had a Corona which caused 9 Aussie Dollars. That's really cut-throat. After that, we sat outside and waited for the hourly fireblast display at Crowns, which was a beautiful sight to behold. A great day it truly was. Here are some beautiful shots.

Standing in the Alpha Beta parking lot.

3 blind mice?

Bola Jiwa.

Today, we went to a church my bro frequents over here. It was a great church, the people and of course, the music. City Life, a rather lively and interesting church. Had quite a time there, exposing myself to a church that's so different from my own, from the setting to the way everything is done. After church, we caught a bus back to city, had lunch, and headed to St.Kilda for the arts and crafts market. A real BORING hell of a time. Ugly, expensive, feminine stuff. Ugh. A masculine man like me finds it totally disgusting to walk around these stuff.

Tomorrow, we will be going to Great Ocean Road, and we'll be staying a night out because it's a long drive. So, won't be blogging till Wednesday or late Tuesday I suppose. And Wednesday will be an interesting day. It's Phantom of the Opera day. Hoho. That's something I look forward to. Cheers!

Thousand Summers

A brief synopsis of a very touching episode of Futurama : Jurassic Bark can be found here.

For those who've never watched Futurama before, check it out. This episode really touched me alot, especially the ending part. Fry was wrong about Seymour. Seymour waited for him to return until the day of his death. For a moment, my heart was seized with grief and sorrow. Futurama was supposed to be a comedy. What happened?

And for a moment, I thought about my own dog back home. And my fishes. And my friends. And my family. I will be back, Sasha. Wait for me.


I Will Wait For You
If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
Till you're back beside me, till I'm holding you
Till I hear you sigh here in my arms

Anywhere you wander, anywhere you go
Every day remember how I love you so
In your heart believe what in my heart I know
That forevermore I'll wait for you

The clock will tick away the hours one by one
Then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time when you return and find me here and run
Straight to my waiting arms

If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
Till you're here beside me, till I'm touching you
And forevermore sharing your love.

From the musical Umbrellas of Cherbourg.

The Adventures Down Under 2

Woke up early in the morning, again, today. And Melbourne air is really eating up my energy. Feel so tired, and sleepy all the time. Lips are dry, and peeling like orange skin. Is it me, or is it Australia?

Well, Mornington was the destination today. Started off with some cherry-picking. Interesting, because I get to eat as much cherries as I want. And mind you, not those dumb bad-tasting cherries on cakes back home, but real, authentic, juicy, mouth-watering, dark-purpled, sweet cherries. Oh yeah. That's what I'm bragging.

Next, was a place called The Glass Blowers, where people make really beautiful glasses. Oh, the skill and the art. Fascinating. And after that, the day went down hill. Went to some rose maze thingy, which was full of nothing but plants. Absolutely nothing to do with me. But oh well, it was better than looking at plants back home. Few randoms shots all around.



Now to the food. Had charcoal chicken for lunch, which was really tasty. Some seafood and egg salad and drank coke. Nothing really special but wait till you hear more. Evening, we went for some icecream in a place called Strawberry Ridge. Fascinating. Smooth, sweet, icecream. Nestle will probably go bankrupt back at home if these were to be commercialised. And lastly, for dinner, before i go on, let me warn those with weak hearts not to continue reading. I ate crocodile, emu, and kangaroo meat, all in on dish called Swag Game or something. Boy, were they tasty, especially the crocodile meat. I'm feeling wild, baby! And of course, mouth-watering oysters, mmm, which I can't have enough of it. Ate three, which was pretty much satisfying.

Australia is a beautiful place. Scenery, food, and of course the people, especially the chicks. Oops. Did I just say chicks? But if you were to ask me, would this be a destination I choose to further my studies, it would be a hell no. Man, I bet there are many more countries that are way exciting out there. The world is just too big and I've gotta explore. So, for the moment, it's a no-no to Australia. As I was standing by the piers this evening, looking down the beach at the horizon, my mom made a statement that made me ponder. She said that we're really so far from home right now, and there's a teeny weeny bit of homesick feeling. And as I sat on the beach, I ponder on the words of my mom, and I realised, I'm so far away from everyone back home. Separated by oceans, and mountain ranges, I miss all of you. Goodnight, dear all.

The Adventures Down Under

Reached here on 10/12/2007. Weather's alright. It's Camerons Plus over here. And they call this summer. Man, I'll be an ice cube if it's winter. Plane ride was fun. My first ever, and I had a great time EATING and of course, enjoying the shows.

Well, my first trip after reaching Melbourne was to Phillip Islands. Went to few spots such as watching pelican feeding. Pelicans are huge birds with long, large beaks, weird funny appearance but they stink like hell. Stupid, smelly, long-legged, greedy, dumb creatures.

Next stop, we went to A'Maze n Things. This is the place with all the illusions, puzzles, and maze. Had a fun time trying out this and that which I can't really describe. One of the highlights of this place was the slide. Boy, it was a 90 Degrees fall man. It gives you the initial feeling of committing suicide.

And then, of course not forgetting, was the wildlife farm. And while the wildlife farm had alot of kangaroos, wallabies, pademelons, wombats, emus, birds and so forth, I think we had more flies around us than all those added together. Flies were storming around us, and they were really such a pest. It kinda disrupted our sight-seeing. Well, this is summer in Australia. But over all, it was a damn great time because we got to hand feed the wallabies, kangaroos, and pademelons. Their saliva were all over my palm! And they had their paws on my hands, and I can even feel their teeth. Man, closest to wildlife I've been was this.

Next stop was The Nobbies. Which sounded really like The Noobies to me. Here, nothing much except for a spectacular scenic view, and of course, not forgetting the pleasant surprise of catching a few penguins in their burrows by the hills. And lastly, was the penguin parade. We sat for an hour plus, in freezing cold weather, while we waited for those clumsy little penguins to come ashore. It was worth the wait though. They were organised little creatures, marching together like cute little animal soldiers.

The city here is alright. We got around the city using trams. Not bad, a very convenient and efficient mode of transportation. I've tried few kinds of food here, namely Vietnamese, Shanghai, and the newest one which I've just eaten and feeling in my stomach right now, GREEK FOOD. Boy, Greek food was super great man. All the meat, the seafood, and of course not forgetting, the wine! Man, I'll be here for so many days more, I bet I'm gonna get fat with all these food. Went shopping abit, but the things are so expensive. The moment you convert the price to RM, you don't feel like buying anymore. Oh yea, and of course, what I love most was the street performers. Varied and interesting.

Anyway, gotta sign off now. It's another one day trip tomorrow and I bet it'll be exhausting as ever. Going off to Mornington for some sight-seeing and cherry-picking. Not really my cup of tea but hell, who cares?? It's Australia here and not Malaysia, so anything goes! Updates if I have the time.

Long Road Out Of Eden

I never believed in the term "best friends", but as I draw near to the ending of a huge chapter in my life, I can't help but realised I'll soon be parting ways with few very significant people, who have helped me pull through in life. This post is dedicated to the 3 of you.

Kumara
In 1998, a chinese-indian coalition was formed. I met Kumara in St.Michael 2. He was seated next to me in class. At first, it was kinda weird, as I didnt really mix with friends from other races before. But after awhile, we became really close friends, which words cannot fully express. And the friendship went on to blossom into a beautiful relationship, in which we no longer regard each other as merely friends, but brothers. In Year 5, we remain close but Year 6 brought few different friends into my life, and the chasm between us grew a little. But fate has a funny way of dealing with things. In Form 1, we were again enrolled in the same class (1A8) and thus, further strengthening an already well-developed friendship. From there, our friendship was never broken, even though there were disagreements once in awhile. Kumara, thanks for always being my support. Without you, I would have been beaten by life's many obstacles along the way. You've always been a listener, one whom I can share everything with, and at the same time, have the trust and confidence that my secrets are safe with you. A gentle giant lies underneath your big, hairy, and fierce physical display. You've never let me down and you're one of the few people I can really count on. Thanks for being a brother to me. The scouting years we shared, classroom jokes, out-of-classroom fun, and everything we've done together will always be in my memory. Thank you, friend.

Yohanand
When we first met, I forgot how it was, but I think it was in a CF camp in Form 1. Back then, we weren't close at all. Until we reached Form 4. Being in a class we thought were full of nerds ( eventually we were proved wrong ), we sticked together as a team. And sharing some common interests such as football and music, we eventually developed into a more matured friendship than just classmates. Yo, thanks for everything man. Tho' I don't really share much of my personal stuff with you, but I believe there are different friends in one's life who play different roles. Kumara played the role of a listener, while you made the role of crazy, wacky, fun in the sun. Thanks for all the jokes, laughter, and smiles you've brought in my life. Without you, I would never have survived Form 4, 5, and definitely life in Form 6. You are one very talented person in many aspects and I respect you for that. Our jamming sessions, Sixth Form Night band performances, futsal sessions, jungle-trekking, PJ football sessions, ping pong partnership, Science One outings, and so much more will always be a part of me. Thank you, friend.

Adrian
One of the childhood friends I have, Adrian you are special. We met in Satu Merah, and from there, our friendship was a weird one. We argued, fight, and had many disagreements in primary school. Thank God that He brought us back together in Form 6. I regret the many years that we never keep in touch, because I lost the wonderful opportunity of spending time with you. But nevertheless, Adrian, I realised nothing has changed when we met again in USA4 - except you've grown real frigging tall. You were still that same friend whom I always bully, fight, scold, argue with and everything else that's bad. Many thanks to you for the classroom fun, the songs we shared, the "flowery" languages you taught me, your jokes and nonsense, and most importantly, our DotA sessions together, in Blueserver and in CC. I really enjoyed my time with you, be it playing computer games or just hanging round, or going for lunch. And seriously, I even consider fetching you to and fro as my privelege. Thanks alot my friend. I will miss you if you go to Canada. Together we're invincible.

And there, my friends, I conclude my tribute to the three of you. Dear friends, I do not know whether any of you will be reading this or not but nevertheless, every word here was written with deep conviction that it is nothing but the truth. To the rest of my friends, from here on, our paths separate like the roots of a huge tree, each in pursuit of our own dreams, but always remembering where we came from. It will be a long road out of Eden from here. The journey into the outside world, and the journey to our dreams will be a long, winding, and rough one, away from the comfort and beauty of our own Eden homes. But I believe strongly that each of you are tough men and women, people whom I know would never give up in any circumstances. All the best to you guys, and I will definitely miss your presence. I'll be going to Australia on the 9th. Hope that none of you have disappeared when I return. Adrian, Yo and Kumara, once again, thanks for the memories. In the back of my mind, I know its time to move on, because this is the life-circle of friends. Very soon each of us will have our own new close buddies, but I just hope and pray that the old will not be gone when the new comes. Just remember this - our time, moments and memories will never fade, as long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

Comic Strips

I'm always a fan of comic strips. Here are a few I noted recently, and few I can identify myself with. Enjoy them, it takes the stress away, really.


A show of hands please, for those who feel for Dilbert. I can see mine.


Another comic strip which is so true to the reality in our cyberspace. Every one is faking their profile ( in a way ), to look good and appealing to the opposite sex.



Last one. It's such a wonder that people this stupid exist. But then again, if they don't, where do we get the laughs from? Another great one from Dave Blazek.

Police & Thief

Yesterday was a historical moment in my life. Let the story unfolds.

It all began on a Sunday, 14th October 2007. It was during the Hari Raya festive season, the 9 Gods festival ( the one where you eat pink colored turtle 'pau's ), and the school holidays. It was a rainy day, but nevertheless, Clarence the Brave-hearted sacrificed his afternoon nap for a game of captain ball in church.

Well, everything was rather fine at first, except that the rain got heavier when I reached church. I ended up playing Neopets in church with Ah Kai, Kar Wai, Wai Kit and Glenn instead. Around 6 something, my churchmate came in and told me that game's gonna start as the rain ceased.

And so, I headed out, all fired up for a ruthless game of captain ball. The game was fun, and I was at my best yesterday. But this story is not about a game of captain ball. As we were playing halfway, one of my church mates noted that there was a man loitering near the area where we left our belongings ( for those who knows, it is the library where we left our stuff on the benches ). So Daniel approached that guy and asked him what he was doing with few of us behind. He kept walking away saying in cantonese, "Mou yeh, mou yeh" ( which means nothing ).

Suddenly, that malay-indian-bangla mix guy sprinted and ran for his life. Well of course, being the heroes that we are, Daniel, me and Andrew sprinted as well in pursuit of him. As he ran, he turned around and threw the rake he was holding at us. Andrew picked it up and we continued to run, out into the road. Well, the highlight of the story was this. As we were chasing this guy, a police car passed by. We waved and yelled frantically but to no avail. Instead, civilians were even more helpful as some of them honked and even stopped their cars. Now back to the chase, as he was fat, wearing slippers and long pants, he eventually fell in the middle of the road. That was when my bravest friend Andrew smashed this guy's head with the rake. In return, he took the rake and smashed Andrew, breaking the rake and resulting in an injury to Andrew's back.

We kept chasing after him, and he turned around and shouted, "Jangan mari!" For all we know, we did exactly the opposite. Andrew was literally out of his mind as he went all out and even had a few punches with this thief. In the end he gave up and stopped running just when I was ready to throw in a few punches and kicks. He scolded us and said he was only trying to take a few mangoes. We did not believe him as we recognised him to be the previous thief that took some of the girls' handphones. So he asked to go to the 'balai' ( police station ). And so we said we were more than happy to do so. On the way there, we had a heated exchange of words with him, me and Andrew being the ones involved.

And so after making sure everything was alright in church, and nobody has lost anything, 4 - 5 of us guys escorted our "King" to the police station nearby. As we were walking there, this guy kept checking for injuries to his body but found none. Instead, a ridge can be clearly seen on Andrew's back. As we walked there, my friend Adrin drove his car there and we told him to go to the 'balai' first as we were almost there as well. Seeing that he had no injuries and he has everything to lose from going to the 'balai', he knelt down by the roadside and pleaded with us. He kept saying sorry and asked for a chance. At the sight of this, my heart was immediately soften a little, tho' my anger was still burning and the adrenaline in me has not stopped rushing yet. So, being the nice people that we are, we told him alright, we'll let him go, but we don't ever want to see him around here stealing. We told him that if he wants to be friends, he's ever welcomed, that if he needs help, we can give and we asked him to come on Sundays. Finally, before leaving him, we asked whether he was hungry or he needed anything. He just kept saying no need and even hugged and shook our hands.

That was how the story ended. Indeed, it was a life time experience for me as I've never encountered such incidents before. Well, this has got me thinking alot and there are a few lessons to be learnt from this. First of all, I realised, I'm not that brave after all. Hey, this guy was fat, and couldn't run properly. Tho' I could easily outrun him, I held back a considerable amount of speed, especially when he turned and shouted at us not to follow him. I was thinking too much about the technicalities, as to whether he had concealed weapon such as a blade, or pocket-knife, and whether hitting him would prove to be more advantageous for him if we were to catch him and bring him to justice. Compared to my friend, Andrew, he was completely different. Risking life and limbs, Andrew went all out after him, determined to catch him no matter what. And that is what I admire so much about my friend, something which I have to learn from this incident. But yet, I realised that blind bravery without safety precautions in mind first is stupidity. And so, bravery must always be balanced with a fair amount of rational thinking.

Secondly, this incident also stirred up a memory verse in my head. It's the memory verse about how many times we should forgive a brother who sins against us ( Matthew 18 ). Jesus answered, "Seventy times seven" which did not literally mean that we count up till that number, the amount of times we forgive our brother. It basically meant, we should always forgive, just as how our Father in heaven always forgives us no matter how many times we sin, as long as we truly repent. I realised we are no better than this man who tried to steal. We are just as perverted, and sinful as he is. Therefore, I believe strongly, our decision to let him go was the only right thing to do. For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God ( Romans 3 : 23 ).

And so, concludes a story, which has spiritual and moral lessons to be learnt. The irony of it was, a police car passed us by, and yet they were just as blind and helpless as rats. Have a good day, friends.

Of Fireworks & Independence

30th August 2007. The eve of our 50th Merdeka celebration. The rain started pouring some time ago. I wish it'd stop - I really want to watch fireworks with Daphne. Anyways, just taking some time to blog before I get ready to go out. Here I am, in front of my computer, listening to Paper Lace's The Night Chicago Died. Somehow, this milestone that my country is reaching sparks something within.

To say I'm patriotic is a lie. But this Merdeka is seriously different. For the first time, I can feel the anticipation of the coming day, the excitement to celebrate Merdeka with citizens in the country. And yes, honestly I can say, I can't wait to watch fireworks, and count down to 31st August 2007 at the field opposite my school. Guess, (though I hate to admit this), I love my country after all.

Recently, I read an article in the New Straits Times written by Brian Yap, on what being Merdeka means to him. I agree on most of the points mentioned especially when Brian pointed out that, in truth, there's NOTHING special about Malaysia at all. Talk about durians? They are found in neighbouring countries. Multi-ethnicity? Some countries are even more diverse than us. Our moderate view as a country with Islam as the national religion? Turki's an Islamic country, and her views are moderate as well.

So what makes Malaysia special after all? What Brian pointed out was that, it is US, the citizens, the individuals in this country, that makes Malaysia a unique, and special country. Yes, we should appreciate what our forefathers did in fighting for Independence. But the very fact that most of us don't even exist during that time only shows that there's nothing to gloat about after all, over the achievements and everything. We did not contribute to anything leading to our country's freedom, so how can we take credit for anything? Let us instead look at the present. How can we continue to live, to create a legacy, like what our forefathers did. It's time for us to change some of our attitudes, and to realise the fact that Malaysia is only special, because of the people themselves that dwell here.

Fireworks. I love them. Especially when you're enjoying it with someone you love. Tonight is a special night for me. For Daphne. I'm excited, happy, and looking forward. I'll be meeting my childhood pals, Andrew & Vincent, too. Somehow, with all this, I cannot but for a moment forget the anxiety of my upcoming STPM trials.

Happy 50th Independence Day, Malaysia. <3

Laws & Crimes

Alas, our last resort, our final hope, where we thought we could speak freely, is now under scrutiny. Due to recent controversies such as Raja Petra's blog post ( http://malaysia-today.net/blog2006/ ), Namewee's rap version of Negaraku ( you can find it in Youtube ), the government has decided that new cyber laws need to be enacted in order to retain the "peace & harmony" in the country.

Peace and harmony? Laws? One look at the Malaysian Judiciary system is more than enough to say it all. The number of criminals that escaped the punishment they deserve, is infinite. What happened to Canny Ong's case? Anyone received duly what they deserve? Altantuya's case? Crap proceedings, nonsense, everyday, which only sore your eyes. Where is the justice? Why do criminals go unpunished?

Instead, higher authorities decide to take action against relatively smaller crimes. Or are they even crimes in the first place? Let's use Namewee as example ( any of you who knows Mandarin, do watch the video in Youtube which he directed ). This guy here, has done nothing wrong at all. All he wanted to do was to voice his opinions on certain issues in Malaysia. And creatively, he made a rap version of Negaraku to serve this purpose. And all he got was? Hot soup and trouble. Have we ever stop for a moment to think about the constitution-protected and sensitive issues which we are not allowed to touch? To speak about? To debate over? This "untouchables" ( as I called it ), are they really protected in order that peace and harmony in this country be retained? So that the May 13th 1969 Tragedy do not occur again? Or is it because of some deeper reasons - that is if one really stands up to these issues, one's reason would win?

I'm young, I do not want to get in trouble. The blogosphere is not safe anymore. No longer can we speak our thoughts, or unleash our dissatisfaction. In years to come, I believe freedom of speech can no longer be fully expressed in this country. We're definitely suffocating. Somebody, do something.

Regrets

A silent night. I sat watching the scouts handover. My mind ran wild with thoughts provoking the life out of me. I found myself regretting as I sat watching the handover ceremony. I missed the once in a life time chance for all these. During my period as a scout, I put scouting to the last, and other things were my priorities. I ended up not having much memories of scouting which I regret as the touching handover ceremony was conducted. I regret I did not balance my time well. I regret I chose the easy way out. I regret I never really worked hard in scouts. As one of the scouters pointed, the worst thing we want in life is regret. That night, was indeed a night to remember. I learn, I hope.

I just realised, I'm in love with you. Cheers ~

The A-Z of Currently

Currently :
a) Finding my niche.
b) Trying to finish up all the loads of work I have.
c) Freaking out for tomorrow's sharing during worship.
d) Discovering my favourite past-time.
e) Listening to Sufjan Stevens.
f) Pissed off with my voice.
g) Having an interesting conversation with my long time friend.
h) Trying to finish up blogging so that I can go on a dota date wid MJB.
i) Rebuild my life little by little.
j) Not happy.
k) Reflecting on life.
l) Motivating myself to study with the prospect of going to UK.
m) Realising there's more to life than what I've experienced so far.
n) Trying to understand certain things about love and relationship.
o) Lost in my own world.
p) Craving for an explosive event or incident to take place.
q) Mourning for my dead hermit-crab - Patrick the Starfish.
r) Loving someone.
s) Destressing myself.
t) Unhappy with my mother's new hairdo.
u) Thinking what to write for the next currently.
v) Feeling so-so.
w) No more currentlys I guess.
x) Filling up space.
y) Filling up more space.
z) Just finished filling up all the space.

* I want to turn this desire and dream into reality. Lord, I do not ask where art Thou because it is I who had forsaken Thee.

Choices

I would say, life is choices-filled. Everyday, we have to make a choice, a decision. Whether it is right or wrong, there would be no turning back. I'm often confident, sure, and proud of all I do, including all the choices I make. But today, this confidence is broken. I no longer feel that my choices were right. In fact, I feel like every single thing I've decided before was wrong. Was the pride in me the reason I feel a tinge of regret now in the choices I made? Nothing can be changed about the past, but the future's always mine to alter. Or rather, the future's mine to alter, in line with God's will. Yes, I've learnt my lesson. Never again will I make any foolish decisions like I did before. Even so, I'm human and I'm weak. But in my weaknesses, His strength is made perfect. Lord, be with me in every choice I make, every day. These are my rants.

~ Love is a choice ~

O Wretched Man That I Am

Do you find it hard at times to do what you know you should do? Or to not do what you know you shouldn't? Either one, I find it hard. For I am carnal, sold under sin. There are many things I realised I should be doing. And there are things which I realised I should stop doing. But too often, I push it to tomorrow. And too often, tomorrow never comes. I learnt a lesson lately - that if you tell yourself "Alright, Clarence, this would be the last time," or "Alright, Clarence, I'll do it tomorrow," - things will never get done. Believe that.

What's worse is, when ur mind and body speaks a different language. Your mind says, "Clarence, this is bad. No!" but your body says "Who cares, man. Go ahead. No harm done. Fun is the ultimate." Do we all experience this? I strongly believe we do. At this point, the cry of Paul echoes very deeply through my mind. In Romans, Paul said and I quote - "O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? I thank God - through Jesus Christ our Lord!"

Yes indeed, Paul was speaking for all of us. At one time or another in our lives, we all experienced this spiritual pain of being carnal, where deep down inside us, we want to follow God's laws but too often, the flesh is weak, and we yield to temptations. This, of course, seems like a no way out for us but let's take a look at what I Corinthians 10:13 says.

"No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it."

Now, see? What excuse have we to say that the temptation was too great? Or to term it in a crueler manner, what excuse have we to sin? The answer is - none. So, my friends, take heed today, for what you read here is not by chance, but by the will and grace of God.

Ah, Lord God. Thank You for Your love to me. Thank You for Your grace so free.

Amen.

If - Rudyard Kipling

** Take some time to read this. Great philosophy of life. **

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Chasing Cars

We'll do it all, everything, on our own.
We don't need anything, or anyone.

If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.

I don't quite know how to say how I feel
Those three words, are said too much, they're not enough.

If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.
Forget what we're told, before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads.
I need your grace to remind me, to find my own.

If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.
Forget what we're told, before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

All that I am, all that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where, confused about how as well
just know that these things will never change for us at all.

If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world.

Shattered.

Lord, I come to You,
Let my heart be changed, renewed,
Flowing from the grace,
That I've found in You.

Lord, I've come to know,
The weaknesses I see in me,
Will be swept away,
By the power of Your love.

Hold me close,
Let Your love surround me,
Bring me near,
Draw me to Your side,
And as I wait,
I'll rise up like the eagle,
And I'll soar with You,
Your Spirit leads me on,
By the power of Your love.

Lord, unveil my eyes,
Let me see You face to face,
The knowledge of Your grace,
As You live in me.

Lord, renew my mind,
As Your will unfolds in my life,
In living everyday,
By the power of Your love.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I’m Mr.Brightside.

~ makes sense to me. ~

Sonnet 0125656707

Fine morning,
Birds were singing,
Smooth sailing,
They were laughing.

Mutual attraction,
Strong affection,
Love in action,
Near perfection.

A sudden storm,
Killed the norm,
The reigning storm,
Marred the form.

Laughter ceased,
Conversations missed,
Hostility increased,
In silence hissed.

Nobody understands,
How love transcends,
Through the rain,
Though in vain.

~shake-ki-spear~
22 September 2006

** product of extreme boredom during lessons.

The Cry Of Desperation

For we know that the law is spiritual, but I am carnal, sold under sin. For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do. If, then, I do what I will not to do, I agree with the law that it is good. But now, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me. For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells; for to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find. For the good that I will to do, I do not do; but the evil I will not to do, that I practice. Now if I do what I will not to do, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me.

I find then a law, that evil is present with me, the one who wills to do good. For I delight in the law of God according to the inward man. But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members. O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? I thank God - through Jesus Christ our Lord!

So then, with the mind I myself serve the law of God, but with the flesh the law of sin.

Romans 7 : 14 - 25

Random Moderate Ordinary Post

I have nothing to write about, I have no inspiration, no, nothing. Yet, I just wanted to post something and write something out of nothing. But having nothing in my mind makes it hard for me to write something. I'm trying, so bear with me as you read this post. Somehow, life has been quite different. Form 6 wasn't what I expected it to be. It's full of surprises, pleasant, unpleasant ones. Updates bout me - my hair got longer, my nails got longer, my brains got weaker. It's really tough trying to catch up in the Arts streams. People are mad there. Either they are too hardworking or they are just mad. You wouldn't want an elaboration. Anyhow, I would end this post with this - I had enough of everything, so I'm going to take a break which I needed since milleniums ago. Yes, drama will be over soon. Ah, the joy of it. Let's pray life will be brighter. I'm sure it would be.

-random gibberish-

Bruce Lee : A "Longer" Version

Aloha people! This is Bruce Lee!


Bruce Lee trying out some kung-fu


Bruce Lee with his infamous long neck stance


He's photogenic isn't he?


Watcha!


Clear view of Bruce Lee snapping at the filter


Obviously he's kinda angry with being caught up

DotA : Tak Nak?

DotA : Tak Nak

Some would feel the excitement whenever this word is mentioned. Some would feel disgusted upon hearing it. Some (very special cases) would even feel high, so high that even their friends can feel it. Still, some would be completety against it, even to the extent of scolding others. Well, the name is none other than - DotA.

Before I go any further, allow me to give you a brief (and when I say brief, I mean it) explanation on DotA. DotA stands for Defence of the Ancients. One of the most creative, inovative, and addictive game in the 21st Century. Yet, why are there so many who are against it? What's wrong? There used to be a saying, "Laughter, the best medicine". Well, NOT anymore. Let me introduce you to a new one - "DotA, the best medicine". Oh yea, not exactly true, but it makes sense doesn't it?

I confess I am addicted to this game. I can spend all my time just talking about it with fellow DotA players and not feel bored. What pisses me off is that people would scold me for talking about DotA. These people would be those non-DotA players and my mom. My girlfriend would scold me cause she knows I'm obssessed. Well, I would retaliate very badly and that would be scolding her in return. I'm evil??

But the question here is, what's wrong with you people? If you can't appreciate this game, just shut up and let others enjoy talking about it. What's it got to do with you? I'm not scolding my girlfriend nor my mom here alright. They are excused any time for scolding me whatsoever. What I'm trying to point out here is that you have no right to stop anyone from playing or even talking about DotA. Freedom of choice is what makes us special.

Anyway, I know being addicted to some worldly thing is wrong and it's against my faith. DotA has somehow become something like an idol (but not quite one yet) in my life. That would be a sin for God said in the Bible that we shall have no other gods before him. Idolatry is sin. Therefore, DotA, if abused, would be sin too. Good news is, I'm trying to stop here. So anyone can lend a hand if you want BUT (now look at that BUT very closely) don't stop me from doing what I want. You can advise me alright but if advice not taken, let me lead myself to destruction.

Guess I'm done. It would be a long story if I were to go on. I would just end with this. I would like to know, what are your opinions about DotA? How many of you think that DotA is good/evil in one way or another? And how many of you are actually addicted to this game? Yes, I see those hands. Thank you.

~out~

The Haunting Sonata

I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is or isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me

Oh, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do you still want me? (still want me)
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree

Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree

(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree)
(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree)

When Joy Comes Flooding In

Oh, well, from the title itself, this post has got something to do with joy. And before I start, joy shall be defined. According to the Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary ( apologies to Cheng Fai for plagiarizing his infamous quote ), joy is defined as a feeling of great happiness or a person/thing that causes you to feel very happy.

Indeed, I'm full of joy. "Why?" would be the question in your mind right now. Alright, it may sound silly to you and I know it would but it's completely the truth. On Sunday, when I came back from church, I found a dog ( puppy ) outside my house. It's not like I've never seen a dog before but I'm just 100% attracted to animals (please don't get me wrong, the attraction I have for female humans and animals are different). I'm currently keeping it but too bad, I'm not going to rare it because I already have a dog. This is my first joy.

My second joy would be a thing. I've gotten myself a new handphone! Oh, yea, it's Samsung D820, the slide phone which is only 15.2 mm thick. Haha! Gone are all my troubles! I spent about half a year bearing with the cursed Motorola phone which gave me more trouble than I could ask for. Interested to see the photo of it? Go check it out yourself lah ~ haha.

Well, on to the serious part. God is really, really great. You might wonder how God is related to all my non-sensical joy but let me assure you that He is. My parents once said that we ( my siblings and I ) would not get a handphone until we go for our tertiary education. That rule was implemented on all my siblings except for me. I prayed to God for a handphone when I was in Form 4. And sure enough, I got what I prayed for. I know you may be thinking, "What the crap, man, you PRAYED for those things?" but all I can say is I did. I was using a Nokia 1100 at that time and many of my friends are using "cekap" phones. Due to my greedy and covetous nature, I began to be unsatisfied. So, I prayed another prayer asking for a colour phone this time. God answered my prayer through my aunty. She stays in US and handphones are free over there. And so, I got myself a Samsung E630C, a slide phone. Well, the phone did not last long and it lived for only a year. Somehow, I managed to get a Motorola phone from my cousin. That phone was oh-so stylish and cool BUT the features were like, you know. Don't judge a book by its cover. And this being my third phone, I could not complain anymore. I thought that I had to live the rest of my life ( or at least for a long time ) using this phone.

Well, throughout the years, I've changed a little and so I stopped praying for things like handphones. This time, I tried and succeeded in being contented with the Motorola phone. Even so, the greedy and covetous nature would sometime surface again and prompt me to ask my mom for a new phone. But my mom, being the firm and sensible woman that she is, did not give in to my demands. And yet, God was so gracious that when I came back from RBS, my mom suggested that I change my phone. This was because she noticed and also experienced the "lousyness" of the Motorola phone. But of course, nothing is free in this world ( except for salvation ) and there was a price to pay - in cash. I had to fish out a large amount of dough ( $$$ ) for this new phone even though my mom relieved me of half the price. Still, God is really a great God, isn't He? He answers not only your said prayers but your unsaid prayers as well. He knows our needs.

Let us take a journey into God's Word.

"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. "Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Matthew 6:25 - 34

Amen.

Well the dog story would be another long story but hey, I'm an expertise in cutting everything short. To summarize the story, it would be that my mom hates dogs and I love dogs. She wouldn't let me rare one but somehow I got one. Well, she grew to like dogs a little more but still she dislikes them. And somehow again, I'm keeping two now even though I'll have to give one away later. Oh well, temporary joy would be better than joyless right? Indeed God has blessed me with countless of things. God is great and God is good.

P/S : Yea, I'm gloating over my dog and my phone. So, here are some photos of them.


My new dog, Koala Bear.


My new phone, currently unnamed.

If you think this post is total rubbish, get lost and don't read my blog. I'm rude, so what?

Uncommonly Common

People : You got a blog?
Clarence : Uh..yea?
People : I've seen it before.
Clarence : Uh..yea?
People : But how come you didn't update it ar?
Clarence : Uh..hahaha..uh..yea..

I'd been through this dialogue so many a times that I made it a point to do something about it. So here's a new post. Cheers ~

The Hall Of Fame Gone Wrong

I thank God, my Lord! I thank mom. I thank every single person in the world and yet not some. These are the ones that almost or could have destroyed my very future if it were not for the grace of God and some effort I made. To these people : You're excluded from my thank-list.

But, don't be discouraged. You are in another list. The hate-list. No doubt my words are harsh, but who would understand the misery of being targeted like targets for two whole years?? And to live the life I lived for such a period would be hell for any sane human. Well, at least something like hell. Telling me to shut up right now would be senseless in any sense.

And thus, the ceremony begins. The first person to be inducted into Clarence's Hall of Hate would be the infamous pants-pulling, jokes-cracking, table-thumping and words-slurring son of a gun - Ng Yi Sung. Apart from looking sleepy all the time, this guy's a GREAT Physics teacher. Oh, yea! Believe that! His well-known feats includes making a fool out of himself, entertaining the class as a clown, and being a total failure. And of course, not forgetting to mention his infamous catchphrase "You want to die ah?" That, my friends, is the mentality of a Physics teacher, a little over half a century in age. Imagine then how good it is to have a Physics teacher as described above. My sincere thanks goes to Mr.H.C.Lim, my tuition teacher for Physics. Without him, I would have been ensnared in the world of that lunatic. This concludes the induction of our first Hall Of Hater, Ng Yi Sung. Many cheers to him.

Next in the line would be the Modern Maths teacher, some lady named Chen. Sadly, I can't even remember her name. Oh well, who needs to anyway? I'm nobody to condemn anybody but this lady definitely looks ugly. Putting that aside, she thought all of us were a sick sad bunch of freaks. We were like thorns in her side. One of her favourite past time would be scolding the crap out of us. Words like "stupid", "useless" were often heard throughout the scolding. Even when nobody did anything wrong, the scolding would still be on. It has become a habit for her, a habit which made her a mad woman and much older. If we could overlook all that, she was quite a good teacher. Anyways, my little heart-felt thanks still goes to her. Guess we'll have to look at the little bright side of someone, eh? Second one down.

Now, in order to cut short my blabberings which some of you might not even understand, I would go to our final and also most outstanding Hall Of Hater. And the award goes to (drum roll), Deh-warnei Dust. This was the woman who made my life a living hell. This was the woman who made me hate my sciences. This was the woman who made me hate every inch of her. For some sort of reason, I've always been her bullseye. No matter what it was and no matter who was the culprit, I would always be the scapegoat. Besides getting fired when I wasn't even opening my gap, I would get into all sorts of trouble with her. It's quite difficult to put down in words what I've been through with her but I'm sure some of my classmates could attest to what I've said. The fact that I'm Dust's favourite target is as well known a fact as the sun exists. I'm not exaggerating but trust me, if those people in Hitler's concentration camp were alive today, they would be taking pity on me. I've made a vow to myself not to thank her no matter what grades I get. And indeed, this day, I am not thanking her one bit. She did not help me in anyway in Chemistry and I never needed her help. With that, I officially welcome our three new Hall Of Hater. Enjoy!

P/S : To all the victors in the battle, my salutations to you for triumphing in this big chapter of your life. To all my brothers and sisters in Christ, to God be the glory and may we never cease to praise Him all the remaining days of our lives. To those who are deeply moved with what I wrote above, if you are facing or faced such situations, remember, be patient just like I have been and you will triumph eventually. Love your enemies, for if you love those who love you, what benefit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. The Word of The Lord lives forever. Amen.

** Names used above have been changed to avoid controversies.

This World, So Unfair...Or Is It Just My Country?

Warning. The following story which I'm about to narrate will definitely boil your blood and burst your veins. Nah, just some hyperboule for introduction but then again, not just plain hyperboule. It contains a splinter of truth and the truth is, that was just what nearly happened to me on one Tuesday afternoon, dated 28th of February 2006.

It would be a beautiful and flawless day if it were not for the damn hocus pocus I had to go through in order to get my MyKad. You see, me and my mom had to travel miles, all the way to some cursed, isolated place in the middle of nowhere, just to get a piece of card when things could be a million times simpler if people were to just use what they have - brains. And that's just the beginning of a very bad dream which cannot even qualify as a nightmare.

Sometimes, I just could not understand where is the little intelligence in some people. I don't know where do they put their brains or when do they use them. I mean look, we have a nice building, completely or almost new, in the most strategic place one can ever imagine (Greentown Ipoh) and yet our Jabatan Pendaftaran Negara was purposely moved to some isolated place even further out than Silibin. And just today, the price of petrol has gone way up by 30 cents a litre. Man, I'm living in Pasir Putih! Can you fathom the distance I have to travel? And can you calculate the loss in that? Now, that's what we call mere wastage. Both of time and money. Talk about being thrifty. This is the first issue I would like to address.

Upon reaching there, I thought, "Alright. This will be worth it since I'm getting my MyKad." Hell no. I was completely wrong. It didn't really take me a long time to get my MyKad in there. But the way the staff were doing their job made me sick. Some of them were just walking around like they were doing window-shopping in a huge mall. They have few counters and yet only one or two were operating. The way they were doing their job makes one wonder if there's nobody waiting for anything in there at all. This is the second issue I would like to address.

While queueing up for my number, a woman came and stood next to me. I thought, "Well, maybe she'd move behind me when the queue moves." And this was the day when all my thoughts were wrong. She kept moving up alongside me. I was getting angrier by the minute when suddenly, she left the queue. I thought, "Aha. Now she knows who's the boss." But as I said earlier, this was the day when all my thoughts were wrong. This was my Friday the 13th. I turned around and saw her calling her husband and these were her words which fueled my wrath. She spoke in Cantonese to her husband, "Line up here. You're behind the guy with red shirt." She was completely ignoring my presence, like I was invisible. The guy with red shirt was right in front of me and here she's telling her husband that her place was just behind that guy, dethroning me from the place I deserved. And so, her husband took her place alongside me and continued what was started by her. While almost my turn, the staff at the counter made a remark to the husband of that unreasonable woman saying, "Encik, tolong berbaris." I thought, "Aha. Justice is served this time." But he got off by just mumbling, "Bini saya suruh saya baris sini." which I'm quite sure the staff didn't hear a word. And so, I lost out to the infamous queue-cutting couple.

The number rang and it was my turn to collect my MyKad at the counter. I went with an overflowing hope that I'll get a nice and beautiful MyKad. The first impression I got when I look at myself in the MyKad was that I was a drug-addict who simply can't get enough of drugs. Putting the photo aside, everything was well apparently. I went on to check my details and fine enough, something was good this time, or so I thought (Now take note of the word "I thought" here). Then I went to another counter to check for further details, which was my religion and to my dismay, I was entered as a Buddhist. The guy at the counter asked me, "Do you want to change your religion in the system or in the chip or both?" I replied, "Both." and he gave me some forms which were exactly what I filled up when I applied for the MyKad the first time. Then, I was given a number and I had to wait again. The apparent consolation I thought I was getting was this : I'd get a new MyKad with a better photo. =P

I went when they called my number and sure enough, I took a photo and was asked to wait till they call my number again. And so, the waiting continued for awhile before it was finally my turn. Now, this is the final blow which dashed all my hopes to the ground. I was asked by the woman staff, "Do you want to change your religion in the system or in the chip?" I told her I want both. And her answer was one you thought you heard wrongly or you had trouble with your hearing. She told me that to change the religion in the system would be free but to change the religion in the chip will cause me RM10. Come on! Where is the justice in that? I wasn't even at fault here and now you're asking me to pay for your fault? Finally, she told me that I had to change my MyKad again when I'm 18, which I will be in November 2006. She then told me to wait till then and not waste 10 bucks for nothing now. That's reasonable. NOT! I was forced to change my IC to MyKad because the government said they will fine those who don't in December 2005. And here, I was told I need to change it once more when I'm 18. So the question is, why didn't they just let me wait till I'm 18 and change my MyKad once and for all, thus avoiding all these nonsense??

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the brains of some folks.

Unshave Me Bald?

Lost hair in a bet

There is nothing like instances to grow hair on a bald-head argument. The words of Mark Twain echoes through my mind. The latest episode of the Police-Citizen epic was this. 1 man with a coffee shop, 10 men with mahjong : 11 men shaved bald. The whole story was as simple as this. It wasn't even one month away after the nude-squat issue was barely settled and here comes another drama. My mind is overflowing with words to describe the police force but "out of control", I would say, are the best.

Where is freedom? Where is democracy? What crime did they commit, these 11 men? What crime did they commit, deserving such humiliation? A simple game of mahjong? Alleged gambling? Ridiculous. Absurd. One could never fully fathom the mind of the police force. But yet, as the Bible says, quoting from Luke 7:35, "But wisdom is justified of all her children." True wisdom shows itself by its works; folly is never found in the wise man’s way, any more than wisdom is in the path of a fool.

These 11 men were not completely innocent. But neither were they guilty in such a way as to deserve such treatment. Why did criminals, who committed even more serious offences, not receive a hair cut, what more to say, shaved bald? Let's say that these 11 men were indeed gambling. Then, and only then that they are guilty of a crime. But what if they were not even gambling? What if they were just having a mere game of mahjong to blend into the Chinese New Year mood? Both options leave no room for the police to justify their actions. Guilty or not, they never deserved such treatment. They were no murderers. They were no rapists. They were no dogs to begin with.

One of the most outrageous thing that I found was this. The police were unrepentant. They were not even sorry for their actions. They claimed that shaving heads was a law and was necessary. This is no different than a murderer who killed someone and then claimed that he has to do it as it was necessary. A game of mahjong is simply a tradition. It's simply a game, to meet up with friends during the Chinese New Year festive season, and to sum it up, it's simply for fellowship. Now, everyone would be afraid to touch mahjong every Chinese New Year. Everyone would be afraid to use chips to play mahjong. Everyone would be afraid to play mahjong even without chips. Think of the possible consequences of this incident. Think of the worst case scenario. This could cause a tension between races. Just one foolish act by the police and the many years of building and bonding of relationship between races could be destroyed. The Chinese would accuse the government of being unfair and unjust. They would think, why were the Malays not caught for playing with fire-crackers during Hari Raya? Why were the Indians not fined for dirtying the streets during Thaipussam? As simple an incident as this may result in a tragedy similar to the one in 13 May 1969. Maybe worse.

We know that the government has been fair all the while. Still, this incident definitely brought a certain impact upon everyone (but of course not as serious as what I said). Citizens would have a different view about the police force now (it's not like we do not have one before). A view, maybe, of how abusive is the police force. The only thing we as citizens can do is to forgive. Christian or not, forgiving is no harm to anybody. The police should be granted another chance. We should not put the final nail in the coffin just yet. Let us wait for the change, the improvement that we hope to see. Let us pray that the nail would never need to be hammered in, or heads need to be shaved again.

The Battle

The struggle got heavier. Each second seemed like forever. He wouldn't give up. Neither would I. Both of us fought intensely. I stood my ground, he stood his. After a long period of win-win situation, I mustled up all the energy I could find. I gave it all I could and I pushed. It's not working. I pushed again. Harder this time. But to my dismay, he was as solid as a rock, not even budging. It has been an hour but still everything remained as it was. He was once the source of my energy but now he was the source of my pain. I stopped for a moment, trying to catch my breath. Sweat was all over me. The air inside the room was intoxicated with a foul smell. Probably due to the emission of a certain gas from his body. I couldn't stand it anymore. I told myself that I have to get out of here. Though my body was weak and exhausted, without a single ounce of energy, I pulled myself up. I felt an excruciating pain from the inside. It was as though I could hear him laughing at me. I surrendered to the pain and stopped for a moment or two. I began to look around for something solid which I can push against. The walls beside me looked most inviting. I pushed against them with my bare hands. I was almost standing. This time, a sudden surge of energy occured in me and I victoriously pushed him out. He fell down into the water and there he laid, still and motionless. I heaved a great sigh of relieve. I turned around and looked down at him. He was still in one piece. The water cushioned the fall. A soft wind blew, and I could almost hear a faint voice cursing me. There was only was last thing to do and that was to finish him off. I pulled the handle down. A rumbling sound was heard and water flowed out vigorously with great speed. The water came down on him, crushing him and he went whirling down the hole, lost forever in the seas of waste matter. I stood for awhile, reminiscing the fight that I fought. A soft wind blew past me. I won the battle. The battle of constipation.

Miracles

Have you ever wondered, or give a thought, about this question : Does God still work miracles NOW? I personally don't think so, well at least not in the following context. It's very rare to see miracles such as those in the New Testament. We don't see the feeding of a crowd with only five loaves of bread and two fishes now. We don't see demons get cast out now (at least not like in Jesus' time). We don't see lame people walk miraculously, or the blind receive their sight now (I don't mean through operations or surgeries), what more to say the dead being raised? BUT, I definitely believe God works miracles in a different way now. Don't believe? Judge it for yourself at the end of this post.

It has been so many years since I started going to our youth group, Elim Youth. When I was much younger, nothing mattered to me, cause all I do was have fun, without a care in the world. But now, many things are different. I'm no longer just another normal Elim Youth-goer but I'm someone with responsibility. I'm in the committee. I have always considered our youth to be so-called "unlucky". Why? Well, I have always envied at other youth groups of other churches. They have everything. From quality to quantity. "Why?" I asked God. What is wrong with our youth group? Not to say we don't have quality, but the quantity. Everyone knows that quantity does not matter when compared to quality but isn't it discouraging when you attend the youth and the number is like 10?? It definitely is, especially when you're in the committee. Throughout the years, the numbers have changed. Not that it got bigger but instead, it got smaller. Now, stop for a second and think. A small number of people is already discouraging enough, what more to say when that small number grows smaller? I don't remember whether it was this year or last year but there was a time when only 5 people turned up for EY. 5. Only. I thought to myself at that point, how could this youth group survive??

But by the grace of God, a miracle happened. I truly and strongly believe in the power of prayer. I prayed (not sure about the others) and waited. I prayed again and waited. I thought God has given up on us. The only reason I could think of why there was no increment in our numbers is that God was not satisfied. The prayer I prayed - "Lord, please bless our Elim Youth. Pray that more people will come for our EY, Lord. Let us, the committee, first correct our attitudes and our lives before we try to bring more people to the EY. Strengthen us in our walk with you so that we can lead the other youths in EY." That's the gist of it. Well, God doesn't always answer prayers speedily and He didn't with mine either but He surely DID answer it after all. And this is the part which I claimed, was a miracle. Would you believe it or not, just lately (for the past two weeks), our numbers have gone up from barely over 15 to nearly over 30. That's twice the amount, people! TWICE!! Praise the Lord indeed!

Now if this is not a miracle to you, ladies and gentlemen, then I don't know wat is. I'd never really know why our numbers have not grown for the past years but two things I know for sure is that God answers prayers (in His time) and God works miracles even now. I know now that God's favour is upon the youth group. And that's the only and very reason why we are growing - in quantity, and not forgetting spiritually. May this story be an encouragement to all who read. Miracles have not extinct.

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends


Encoded By Clarence's Records

Here is a great song with great music, great lyrics and great video. I'd really wish to wake up when September ends. SPM trials is a stress! But think twice, I'd rather wake up on 3rd of December. Haha. Cheers.

Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are

Music Mania

White Stripes - Get Behind Me Satan

Here are some happening albums(my favourite). Definitely worth your time. Few are unreleased but anyway there's always www.isohunt.com! Haha! Have a nice day!

~ The Rasmus - Hide From The Sun
~ Switchfoot - Nothing Is Sound
~ Nickel Creek - Why Should The Fire Die?
~ Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have It So Much Better... with Franz Ferdinand
~ The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
~ The White Stripes - Get Behind Me Satan
~ The Killers - Hot Fuss
~ Green Day - American Idiot
~ Keane - Hopes & Fears
~ Gorillaz - Demon Days
~ Coldplay ~ X & Y
~ Crossfade - Crossfade
~ Crazy Frog - Crazy Hits
~ Staind - Chapter V
~ Seether - Karma & Effect
~ Cake - Motorcade Of Generosity
~ Cake - Prolonging The Magic
~ Cake - Fashion Nugget
~ Cake - Comfort Eagle
~ Cake - Pressure Chief

Ok that's about it. I know it's a hell lot but anyways you can not get it if you don't want. Just some food for thought. Out.