Cute old couple.

Laverne and I would always admire old couples. Whenever we went out dating or having lunch or dinner at coffee shops, our hearts would be melted when we see old couples still together eating and chatting. Different couples have different actions. Some would still be chatting and some wouldn't talk at all and just slowly slurping their "koay teow soup" or their "kopi o". If i wasn't mistaken, there was once i saw an old couple holding hands under the table. wooooo hooo! how sweet!

Today i have an encounter with them again. Just want to blog it for memory sake. This afternoon Greg came over to take something from me. As i was walking back to the lift, i saw the lift door closing. I managed to push the lift button in time and the door reopened. Inside the lift, there was a puzzled old couple wondering what had happened. I giggled in my heart looking at their reaction.

The old man smiled at me and i smiled back. Then i realized that they haven't press the floor number yet. I pressed "5". The old lady says, "fai tit kam yee la, fai tit kam yee la" (faster press 2, faster press 2). hahaha... so cute. by the time they press the lift door already closed (the lift door wont close that fast if you didn't press the close button, if you get what i mean). I was abit worried there that if they press too late the lift will go up to my floor first.

Very strong smell of ointment in the lift which reminds me about my grandma. Finally the lift reached 2nd floor. The old man pressed the close button. Both of them panicked. Then i realized the old lady is holding a walking stick and she walks very slowly. The old man quickly pressed the open button and let his wife out first. What a gentleman! The old man then turned around and smiled at me indicating to me to hold the lift door. I quickly held the open button and look at the old man walking slowly out. He then turn around again and wave to me. I waved back and gave him a smile. hahahahha... I felt happy just looking at them. On my way up to my floor i was thinking how to blog this. ;)


*disclaimer: Picture for illustration purposes only. Not the ones i mentioned; they are chinese.

My wife...

Laverne not yet my wife... (will be in near future, see if she wants to marry me or not) This wife, i marry for about almost 7 years now. She has been faithful.

My friends keep on asking whats her name. But i also don't know. I only call her my electric guitar.


Yes. My ESP Ltd MH-100. Made in Taiwan. No longer manufactured. My faithful wife. However she's not my first wife. My first wife is Yamaha EG101 which i left it in hometown. I want to bring her back. Latest news i've heard from Alor Setar, my brother used it as self defense weapon. Apparently he heard some noise downstairs in the living room one night and he thought was some thieves. So yah.. I dunno whether the guitar was 'hurt' in the process.

Back to my second wife. She's quite old already. (guitar life also x7 years like dog life? i dont know) Look at the rust at the screws (dun think you can see it). But she still looks beautiful.. muahhh...


However, one day while bringing her to church, i accidentally injured her. You can call me mean or evil but it was an accident. I put her head to a rotating fan. I'm sorry dear.. So she had a big scar at her forehead.


Look at her E string. Came out edy. But luckily she's smart and comes with a locking system. Therefore i still can strum her.. woo hoo! Maybe its time to get a third wife? Nyahahaha.. i will still love you ok. 2 is better den 1 and 3 is better than 2.

*disclaimer: doesn't apply to humans.

Its just one of those days...

Its just one of those days..
when you don't wanna wake up..

Reminds me of a Limp Bizkit song. But the rest of the lyrics are vulgar so go find out yourself.

Responsibilities, burdens, worries, depression, exams.. They just come to you at one time.
Its just one of those days. A rare one indeed.

Whatever.

If i have a machine gun, i will shoot the devil where it hurts most.

If i have a feather, i will tie the devil up and tickle his soles. Then i will employ people to take turns tickling him until he peed in his pants (if he wears one... i wonder).

When he's thirsty i would let him drink his pee.

NYAHAHAHHAHAHA. or am I the devil now? err..

The Red Door

There was once a beautiful red door. This door is the only way into a wonderful city, full of people, full of joy, full of happiness with mysteries yet revealed.

And its about time that the city needs expand and grow whereby the city need to be connected to other cities, have mutual understanding with people around it. The door begins to open and receive people from outside.

However, thieves and robbers started to come in. They poison the people there, kill their child and destroy their homes. People are living in chaos and there is restlessness in the atmosphere.

Soon the people decided that the red door must be guarded. Therefore it was heavily guarded and only certain people can go through that door. The door has also been reinforced with metal and steel and it is no longer the beautiful door as before. It looks mean, dirty and angry.

But somehow, intruders still managed to slip in. They went in when they are off guard. Chaos still happen in the city. People are crying out. Something must be done.

Finally, the door is shut tight. The city is totally cut off from the outside. No way in, no way out. Nothing can be shared, nothing can be received. The door looks really run down. Since the door had shut, there is a different problem in the city. Instead of the chaos thats happening, the people start to die. They need the good things from the outside. They need food drinks and clothes that they get from the outside. They couldn't switch back to what was before. The people there has been infected with diseases. They started to act weird and started to kill themselves.

Due to desperation and some of the sane people left in the city, the door finally opens again. But this time around, can the city withstand the intruders?

no more...

Yes!

maggie no more.

No way man i am going to be here tonight eating noodles.

i am going to have fun eating whatever i like.

ADIOS. i'm off

my girlfriend..

i love my girlfriend...


she loves me too.

instant noodles.

again.

and it sucked.

hate it.

Is blogging that simple?

Blogging..
i wonder who do people blog? i wonder why do i blog?

Some people do it for fun, some do it to waste their time, others just want to be heard. For me blogging is another method we express ourselves, just like singing, dancing and acting. You could say it is a form of art. Well many people may have different opinions about blogging and some may not agree with what i think. SCREW YOU! ITS MY THOUGHT NOT YOURS!

just joking.

Recently, my uni has came out with some guidelines for blogging. WHAT? YOU ARE TRYING TO TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE? eh, chill chill... Due to some blogs that are offensive or maybe criticizing the lecturers, the uni has come up with guidelines to teach us how to blog. Initially i was like " what is this, now you have guidelines and rules on how we want to express ourselves and what we want to write? Its our personal blog not yours." so i didn't even bother to finish reading the whole email that the university sent to all the students.

However i came to realize that there are reasons why the university do these. You see our words are our bond, and man (human i mean) should hold accountable and be responsible to whatever they are saying. Life and death arises from the power of the tongue. The words we speak (or write) could leave an impact to others, either positively or negatively. I started to understand that the university is not trying just to protect other people, but the blogger himself/herself.

Sometimes we don't realize that the things that we say are 'creative'. What i meant was we can create something by just us speaking. Martin Luther King created a change by giving one of the most famous speech, "I have a dream...". Words can stir emotions and gives encouragement and energy to one. However words also can tear down and hurt someone. It can cause destruction too. I am sure terrorist leaders have their famous speeches as well. If not how could one be convinced to take up the job to hijack a plane or strap dynamites to himself/herself? I wouldn't want to surrender my life and blow myself up for no reason.

I dont think there is such thing as "i take back my words" or "i delete this blog entry". I also dont believe in "sticks and stones may break my bone, but words can never hurt me". You can say you are not hurt but you are angry inside without knowing it. As i've said earlier, you never know what your words can create if you just throw it out without much thinking and consideration. That is why the university is setting up guidelines for these people who dont think and vomit out their words through their stomach without passing through the brain. You will still be childish if you don't hold responsibility of what you say and expect your lecturers and parents to clean up after you.

I believe that blogging should be taken seriously as well as we might not know who will read our blog. I dont know about you but words have changed my life and influenced me to make certain decisions in life. However, i still cant decide for you on how you want to speak or blog but your words are your bond.

Updates...

Its been a month since i have blogged. So much has happened and its all good. Happiest of all, my cell group multiplied! Finally after about 2 years taking over the cell group, we are ready for multiplication. Praise God, that still the attendance was high during the SJC Rocks weekend!

Talking about SJC Rocks, what i can say is wow! Our church production never fails to 'wow' me. Alot of hard work has been put into this production and i know that the cast spent sleepless nights practicing for it. City Harvest members are committed bunch of people. I have heard that the funky graffiti background was done by the one students, and the only start work after the drama practice, which is about 10-11pm! My praises to all of them who worked so hard to make SJC a success. Without them, i wouldn't have any breakthrough attendance and also about 5 new friends went up fro altar call in my cell group! Errr.. a musical production can get people saved? why not? We did it!

I am really excited by the change of atmosphere in our church as City Harvest is experiencing revival. People would line up long queues for services or even wait for the next service is the first service is too full. God is moving!

For the past few weeks, i have been bombarded by exams and assignments. Now that they are over (not actually), i need to prepare for my finals which is coming October. I have got good marks for my assignments as well and praise God for the friends that He put around me. Without them helping me i probably would have failed.

i'll post of some pictures which i have taken for the past few weeks soon. I know its boring to listen to my life story without some images. Nyahahahaa.. Check out my cell website at www.e13rox.blogspot.com