Finally! After wasting 2 hours of my precious Saturday... I finally managed to load my profile picture - thanks to my dear and very smart God-sis who introduced the simple imageshack.us to me.
Stupid Blogger recommended me to download Picasa and even after all that bla bla bla... NOTHING! Using imageshack... it was so easy! Eww... I sound like some cheesy radio ad. Pengsan!
Anyway, guess what I'm holding in the pic? My FIRST (and, so far, only) bag of blood for donation! It was during the RGBC Carnival in 2005 and that's really my blood in there!!! And it was still kinda warm. Holding that bag gave me a warm fuzzy feeling... literally. I actually asked the blood guy if I could take a picture with my pack of blood. That was probably the weirdest request he ever got on the job... but he obliged nonetheless.
You may wonder why I'd put such a weird pic on my profile. Well... after searching long and hard through my gallery of photos... I realised that I don't have any pictures of myself ALONE. Every picture either has someone else in it... or is entirely about someone else. Haha!
I'll upload a more recent picture when I find one. Oh ya! My phone! Hhhmm... let me search through it see if I can dig anything out. Until then... enjoy the bloody pic.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Lessons learned from 300% beef, braun and testosterone
Firstly, digress sikit, I can't believe 300 got bumped off the Box Office by... of all things... the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Imagine all that Spartan macho-ism getting bumped off by 4 mutated kura-kuras. Sigh... just when I'm about expound on 300% absolute MAN-liness.
Ok, ranting over. Now, let's get down to business.
Lesson 1. My Lord, my King. The sense of adoration the warriors had for their King that it was their pride and honour to fight alongside the King they love - Leonidas. I love that line, "Your Highness, it is an honour to die at your side" (or something like that) and Leonidas replied, "And it is mine, to live by yours." Phoah! Sungguh man! But what really struck me was this - although we declare our God the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, I don't think we really understand the full extent of what it really means. Y'know, we watch movies like 300 and the King-ly figures beckon such a reverance and awe, even from us, the audience. Then what about us? How do declare our King of Kings and Lord of Lords?
Lesson 2. Leonidas never left his men. In fact, he was always in the front. That's very much like our Heavenly King. He goes before us - paving the way. When he yells, "PUSH!" - He pushes back the Enemy and strikes them straight in the heart. Unlike the Persian King, Leonidas fought shield to shield and smelly ass to smelly ass with his men. And that's the Heavenly King we serve too, of course without the smelly ass bit la. Proven throughout the Bible, God is always ahead of us. The victory is ours but the battle is the Lord's! We just gotta learn to trust Him.
Lesson 3. The Spartans knew their purpose and they lived it to the fullest with passion and... ok la, I admit, lots and lots of hormone driven, macho-istic Spartan pride. But still, you gotta give them some credit for not shitting in their iron panties at the sight of the Persian army approaching in waves. Maybe it was just scriptwriting genius, but when the narration went on about the Spartans doing what they were born for... it just struck me that most of us today haven't even got a clue what we were born for. But yet, God says that every day of each of our lives was ordained before we popped outta mommy. And sadly, most of us never find out.
Oh... and I almost forgot, Lesson 4. King Leonidas didn't want any commemorative festival, monument, poem or song. He just wanted his people to remember the 300 Spartans and what they died for. Humility... humility...
Yes yes... all that I have mentioned is necessary, movie-making over-exageration for theatrical entertainment purposes. But let's set our cynical selves aside for a while, ignore all that and just wonder how different our lives would be if we could really grasp the magnificence of our Heavenly King, the humility of our Servant King and the agelessness of our Sovereign King.
Call me crazy, weird or whatever... but this is what I learned.
Ok, ranting over. Now, let's get down to business.
Lesson 1. My Lord, my King. The sense of adoration the warriors had for their King that it was their pride and honour to fight alongside the King they love - Leonidas. I love that line, "Your Highness, it is an honour to die at your side" (or something like that) and Leonidas replied, "And it is mine, to live by yours." Phoah! Sungguh man! But what really struck me was this - although we declare our God the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, I don't think we really understand the full extent of what it really means. Y'know, we watch movies like 300 and the King-ly figures beckon such a reverance and awe, even from us, the audience. Then what about us? How do declare our King of Kings and Lord of Lords?
Lesson 2. Leonidas never left his men. In fact, he was always in the front. That's very much like our Heavenly King. He goes before us - paving the way. When he yells, "PUSH!" - He pushes back the Enemy and strikes them straight in the heart. Unlike the Persian King, Leonidas fought shield to shield and smelly ass to smelly ass with his men. And that's the Heavenly King we serve too, of course without the smelly ass bit la. Proven throughout the Bible, God is always ahead of us. The victory is ours but the battle is the Lord's! We just gotta learn to trust Him.
Lesson 3. The Spartans knew their purpose and they lived it to the fullest with passion and... ok la, I admit, lots and lots of hormone driven, macho-istic Spartan pride. But still, you gotta give them some credit for not shitting in their iron panties at the sight of the Persian army approaching in waves. Maybe it was just scriptwriting genius, but when the narration went on about the Spartans doing what they were born for... it just struck me that most of us today haven't even got a clue what we were born for. But yet, God says that every day of each of our lives was ordained before we popped outta mommy. And sadly, most of us never find out.
Oh... and I almost forgot, Lesson 4. King Leonidas didn't want any commemorative festival, monument, poem or song. He just wanted his people to remember the 300 Spartans and what they died for. Humility... humility...
Yes yes... all that I have mentioned is necessary, movie-making over-exageration for theatrical entertainment purposes. But let's set our cynical selves aside for a while, ignore all that and just wonder how different our lives would be if we could really grasp the magnificence of our Heavenly King, the humility of our Servant King and the agelessness of our Sovereign King.
Call me crazy, weird or whatever... but this is what I learned.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Can't beat 'em, join 'em
Firstly... THANKS FOR TUNING-IN TO MY BLOG!
Yes, after many moons of trying to figure out the 'addictive' factor of blogger-mania, I decided to heck it and give this blogging thing a try. As the saying goes - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
It has been touted to be therapeutic for people to vent out stress, liberating for those who express their skeletons-in-the-closet in anonymity and a whole lotta other reasons that man can conjure out of thin air.
For me, I finally decided to start this blog because of the impending major shift in my life - my move to Ipoh. As if moving from KL to Penang wasn't painful enough, now it's on to Ipoh - God can sometimes have a cruel sense of humour. But I am very thankful that He has been gracious enough to give me a 3-year stop-over in Penang first before booting me off to Ipoh. For if He sent me directly from KL to Ipoh - I surely would have died upon arrival.
Through my time here in Penang, it has been increasingly difficult to keep in touch with my 'kei sap lien pang you' gang in KL and, soon, my family of friends in Penang as I move on to Ipoh. When I first left KL, I was ridiculously rajin to keep in touch with each friend via email - to keep the personal touch. Obviously, that proved to be psychotic.
So now, with the modern invention of blogs - I will try to make this sorta like my bulletin board where everyone can tune-in to what's happening in my life. Hence, the name - tune2opus. People say that life is life a roller-coaster. I'm not a fan of heights - in fact it turns my legs to jelly. But I am huge fan of music. So, I kinda see the drama of my life unfolding like an orchestra. Actually, I don't like classical music. Just that my favourite nick name is opus and it so happens to mean an orchestraic musical arrangement.
Ok ok... lari topic a bit there. Anyway, that's why my blogspot is named - tune2opus = tune-in to the orchestra of my life.
Whoah! It's 1am already! Damn Old Town White Coffee... hope I have enough winks before Sunday Service tomorrow. Ok, this is my brief intro. Hope I'll post again soon. Nitey nites... 3-2-1-lights out...
Yes, after many moons of trying to figure out the 'addictive' factor of blogger-mania, I decided to heck it and give this blogging thing a try. As the saying goes - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
It has been touted to be therapeutic for people to vent out stress, liberating for those who express their skeletons-in-the-closet in anonymity and a whole lotta other reasons that man can conjure out of thin air.
For me, I finally decided to start this blog because of the impending major shift in my life - my move to Ipoh. As if moving from KL to Penang wasn't painful enough, now it's on to Ipoh - God can sometimes have a cruel sense of humour. But I am very thankful that He has been gracious enough to give me a 3-year stop-over in Penang first before booting me off to Ipoh. For if He sent me directly from KL to Ipoh - I surely would have died upon arrival.
Through my time here in Penang, it has been increasingly difficult to keep in touch with my 'kei sap lien pang you' gang in KL and, soon, my family of friends in Penang as I move on to Ipoh. When I first left KL, I was ridiculously rajin to keep in touch with each friend via email - to keep the personal touch. Obviously, that proved to be psychotic.
So now, with the modern invention of blogs - I will try to make this sorta like my bulletin board where everyone can tune-in to what's happening in my life. Hence, the name - tune2opus. People say that life is life a roller-coaster. I'm not a fan of heights - in fact it turns my legs to jelly. But I am huge fan of music. So, I kinda see the drama of my life unfolding like an orchestra. Actually, I don't like classical music. Just that my favourite nick name is opus and it so happens to mean an orchestraic musical arrangement.
Ok ok... lari topic a bit there. Anyway, that's why my blogspot is named - tune2opus = tune-in to the orchestra of my life.
Whoah! It's 1am already! Damn Old Town White Coffee... hope I have enough winks before Sunday Service tomorrow. Ok, this is my brief intro. Hope I'll post again soon. Nitey nites... 3-2-1-lights out...
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