tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30672073307565317792024-03-13T23:48:26.015+08:00Growing Up.EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-20638991072834675892009-10-13T21:19:00.003+08:002009-10-13T21:20:57.534+08:00Oh.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Oh, by the way, the Warrior post isn't the post that I wanted to post as the First Post of my renewed blog. It's in a current state of stage fright right now. Will post the Real First Post once I can coax it out of its frightened state! =P</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-6837185822920426252009-10-11T00:20:00.002+08:002009-10-11T00:39:57.758+08:00Warrior.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5qW-TNzJmpaVeVvKC6c2zjeuqQzJGzSvRF2-V9CXddfZKTQmhZapbfH1BQednfkVBwFEV1ksB30AfDiE6AjXILXAWsoIdSVD5PM6YVbbbGyq5_Nt18imHnxvPgJ-i-ziJcSenLa74MiX/s1600-h/800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5qW-TNzJmpaVeVvKC6c2zjeuqQzJGzSvRF2-V9CXddfZKTQmhZapbfH1BQednfkVBwFEV1ksB30AfDiE6AjXILXAWsoIdSVD5PM6YVbbbGyq5_Nt18imHnxvPgJ-i-ziJcSenLa74MiX/s400/800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391011908660577794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I just started playing World of Warcraft(WoW) a few days ago with Bernard and Ming.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">At first I was very skeptical about the game because it seemed like such a 'guy' game to play. I surprisingly found myself liking the game, and No, I am NOT getting addicted to it. In fact, I actually learnt something spiritual from it. My character in the game is a warrior. I've always played warrior whenever I play online games like Maple Story and Ragnarok Online. Warrior has always been my favourite because I love how hands on the character is when it comes to killing the monsters. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />So, we were playing WoW yesterday, Bernard and I, and he said something very interesting to me.He told me how I liked charging straight towards the monsters and how it almost seemed reckless. I realised how different I am in real life from my character. As much as I would like to be as courageous with my daily "battles", I really am not. In fact, my first response would be to shy away and to sulk in a corner about it. That's not who I want to be, a person who runs away and sits in a corner when problems arise. In that area, I would very much like to be more like my warrior; charging towards obstacles and battling them hands on!</span> <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Psalm 92:1-5</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I want to sing Your joy aloud and proud,Lord.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-61454582550936914402009-09-29T01:26:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:30:36.659+08:00Time For a Change.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Everything in my life right now seems to be revolving around 'change'. Therefore, I have decided, as motivation to update my blog more often, I am going to change the look of my blog. I really want to do something special with it and not let it just be a place for me to dump random and insignificant posts. I want my blog to reflect all the things that mean something in my life. I actually have a special post already written in my journal and I want it to be the first post on my Renewed blog. So, hopefully I get the things that I want to do with my blog done fast.=)</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-41076805067894401542009-09-03T14:55:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.025+08:00Spontaneous Idealist.<strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Spontaneous Idealists</strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.</span><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',LucidaGrande,Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"></span><strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"></strong><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.</span><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',LucidaGrande,Verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"></span><strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"></strong><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Adjectives which describe your type:</strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> spontaneous, enthusiastic, idealistic, extroverted, theoretical, emotional, relaxed, friendly, optimistic, charming, helpful, independent, individualistic, creative, dynamic, lively, humorous, full of zest for life, imaginative, changeable, adaptable, loyal, sensitive, inspiring, sociable, communicative, erratic, curious, open, vulnerable</span><br /><br /><h1 style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> Career</h1><strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">As a </span><strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Spontaneous Idealist</strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> you are one of the extroverted personality types. You enjoy working in a colorfully diverse group of people who interest and inspire you. Working in a “secluded room” is not your thing. Your sense for the motivation of others is almost eerie. You constantly observe that which happens around you and have no problems noticing all sorts of things simultaneously or communicating with several people at the same time.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Your enthusiasm is contagious to others and that is why your colleagues and friends all appreciate you as an important member of your team. Your articulateness and your sensitive ear for nuances in conversations with others obviously play a role. For you, this team-oriented environment is very important because you need to receive positive feedback and recognition like other people need air to breathe. It would be practically impossible for you to contribute everything you need to maintain your high ideals, by yourself.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Variety, challenges and fun are important ingredients of your area of responsibility. You appreciate receiving new stimulation, meeting new people, and continuously collecting unique experiences. However, too much routine, too much detail work and the necessity to stick with one project for a very long time is not your thing. Your strength are creative problem solutions, discovering new ways and opportunities, the conceptualization of new ideas on one hand, but not so much their concrete implementation on the other. Ideally, you have a staff of capable colleagues that takes over your concepts and runs with them.</span><br /><br /><h1 style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Love</h1><strong style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br /></strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">When you are in love, you easily outperform all other personality types in terms of enthusiasm and panache. Then your commitment knows no limits. You go out of your way in your eagerness to express your affection, and in your happiness, you are ready to embrace the entire world. When watching your attempts to flirt, one can’t help but think about a puppy dancing happily around its new playmate. Then for you simply nothing exists but your newfound love. „Hold your horses!“ - “Discretion is the better part of valor!” - “All that glitters is not gold!” - these worldly wisdoms are nothing but a waste of time.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">With the entire spontaneity of your personality type, you instinctively immerse yourself in your emotions because you are sure that this time you have found the perfect partner. And you want everything here and now. You can probably go through as many divorces and separations as you want, but you are never going to learn from experience and at the age of 70 - and with shining eyes - you are still ready to walk down the aisle. Your friends may sometimes have a problem watching this, but they can only shake their heads in exasperation, and hope and pray, because in those moments you won’t accept advice from anyone. Then it would be easier to get in the way of a Tsunami.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">In a long-term partnership you are a charming, affectionate, and unconventional partner, always good for a surprise, always there if you are needed, always ready for a loving compliment. As generous as you are with your feelings, so do you love to spend money and lavish your partner with gifts - sometimes even causing the very security minded and conservative types in the relationship to get a little weak in the knees. Should they now be happy that you abducted them to a luxury hotel for a romantic weekend, or should they be concerned whether there will be a problem when the next rent payment becomes due? Everyday things only interest you peripherally anyway; sometimes you walk with a downright childish confidence through life believing that the universe, fate or some other supreme powers are going to make sure that at the end everything will work out. So, why worry and save? It is interesting that this sometimes even works!</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-4157153995206411352009-08-07T12:25:00.004+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.025+08:00No more.<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">God,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I'm sick of coming up with excuses.I want to stop being a hypocrite.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I've always said that I want to live my life according to Your will,and live</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> my life with the purpose that you have intended for me to live by.It's </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">time to see if I actually walk the talk.I'm sorry for the lame excuses in the past,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">for the condition of my unwilling heart,and the fear that immediately took over</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> the place of wanting to do Your work.No more of that,Lord,no more.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-44277555864638770992009-07-23T23:00:00.007+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.026+08:00Brighter Side of Things.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcPSmXcLiPLp5l8Z3vbbxDjS-t8UwOmmUe2lXBAcHq9HeDtWQ4UzKzvAghu-1_Qbc1L8Vairy26OJEU-OXjBfbrySIQEZELXRmVNOZ6KJoqsgo-KW-vrLyfNwHReMwwsqg2GHdgJ8JH7v/s1600-h/light-in-darkness.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcPSmXcLiPLp5l8Z3vbbxDjS-t8UwOmmUe2lXBAcHq9HeDtWQ4UzKzvAghu-1_Qbc1L8Vairy26OJEU-OXjBfbrySIQEZELXRmVNOZ6KJoqsgo-KW-vrLyfNwHReMwwsqg2GHdgJ8JH7v/s400/light-in-darkness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361673961674146050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">It's so easy for me to just focus on all the sad things in life,to just stay in that place of depression and drown myself in self-pity.Really,it is so extremely easy.As much as taking the easy way out sounds very tempting,I also know just as much that it won't solve anything or make situations any better.It can only go one way;falling farther away from reality and tricking myself into believing things are just peachy,when they really aren't.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">However,I am NOT choosing to take the easy way out.God didn't put me here in this world for MY convenience.Me being on this world has nothing to do with ME even.I'm choosing to be less selfish,less negative and less of a scaredy cat.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I'm choosing to look at the brighter side of things.I'm choosing to be more selfless and think more of others instead of focusing all my energy on myself;it's tiring.I'm choosing to smile more,to laugh more and to be happy more.=)</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-17119644479789425792009-07-05T00:31:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.026+08:00Undeserving.<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">God,I don't deserve anything You've given me,or anything You've done for me.My life is worth nothing without You,Lord.Thank You for showing me Your love and Your grace.All I am is Yours.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-17284410371696104392009-07-03T19:00:00.003+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.026+08:00The Great Adventures of Trying on Clothes.<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">So,today after class,a bunch of my friends and I went to Jalan Ipoh to try on traditional clothes for our Malaysian Studies presentation which is happening mid August.I had to rush through my lunch with Angel and Dalvin because my friends </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">were waiting for me.Felt so bad!=/ Yea,anyway,so we took an lrt to Masjid Jamek and then took a bus to Jalan Ipoh.None of us knew where the shop really was,and yet we all blindly went.Hahaha..but we managed to find the place just fine (Vivian's uncle's shop).Photos below!!=P<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOuWqBUOOvGpw6XprcQU1tLkl9Sfcm-urTjGXewaktjSU7DSF32pniqJTnZCfa7p7DFuv_qmYqe_Y7-_cEFjQWIn-m9oXKYX_F8GaKcdxLI6tWnra2eKD0rAEr6-YCcl84GA3aiSkEZE2/s1600-h/all+-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOuWqBUOOvGpw6XprcQU1tLkl9Sfcm-urTjGXewaktjSU7DSF32pniqJTnZCfa7p7DFuv_qmYqe_Y7-_cEFjQWIn-m9oXKYX_F8GaKcdxLI6tWnra2eKD0rAEr6-YCcl84GA3aiSkEZE2/s400/all+-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354199512380761714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDMNqo6d1qmMp9-Sqc3mqydQt2tatfv9W8CEwEkjBuv7nCTrkqLVhbKMkKosltrtyJ-rSi1YZOS6QN-clydYZQfjaXmv_D6O31T2HQSQ1nv6sLaJZXK-yF7O4qy6jfJ3P7pVox2ZBT5rB/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDMNqo6d1qmMp9-Sqc3mqydQt2tatfv9W8CEwEkjBuv7nCTrkqLVhbKMkKosltrtyJ-rSi1YZOS6QN-clydYZQfjaXmv_D6O31T2HQSQ1nv6sLaJZXK-yF7O4qy6jfJ3P7pVox2ZBT5rB/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354199505284219330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I don't have any pictures of Sian.Sorry Sian!You looked awesome in that dress though!=P</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I actually have loads more photos,but I shall keep them for myself!Hahaha=P</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-57793463418022825172009-06-30T21:56:00.001+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.026+08:00Childlike Glee<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Running after a bus and laughing really hard with your friends is fun!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I miss running.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-86424191903446993562009-06-29T23:24:00.001+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Nostalgia<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBobA1TQdO9MuljA8ItisARE32ZzTF38y4yEN_bs-C_IwEAutHgNlg6ADzg1iij2HfISpcua_LWIgGsdIbLg7wnPEfKTiXVvOzZP6f2UXlqkvYx8LMc-lcdYuJqDQ-IgD0f9v9y4jiLEAP/s1600-h/SuperStock_1560R-2052367.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBobA1TQdO9MuljA8ItisARE32ZzTF38y4yEN_bs-C_IwEAutHgNlg6ADzg1iij2HfISpcua_LWIgGsdIbLg7wnPEfKTiXVvOzZP6f2UXlqkvYx8LMc-lcdYuJqDQ-IgD0f9v9y4jiLEAP/s400/SuperStock_1560R-2052367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352772000129913218" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">I miss being a kid...</span></div>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-9635417301137461052009-06-29T19:23:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Korean BBQ Pic<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibC2GfXzjXu7hUOIKk5UIqPP2tKBaavWBaTbr9s1jeVDUmxcP7esRcaBGYiGSbGYc9BbgFgQc7jU5LqM7na3ifASpTfurDM1ISY2sTb6rSVh-JDbjFgsiImIg4ZutAZZPkR78npitHx6jk/s1600-h/5009_121314265549_531855549_2943510_7738792_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibC2GfXzjXu7hUOIKk5UIqPP2tKBaavWBaTbr9s1jeVDUmxcP7esRcaBGYiGSbGYc9BbgFgQc7jU5LqM7na3ifASpTfurDM1ISY2sTb6rSVh-JDbjFgsiImIg4ZutAZZPkR78npitHx6jk/s400/5009_121314265549_531855549_2943510_7738792_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352710036506865602" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#66cccc;">Sadly I only have one picture..hahaha..</span></div>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-60263202910183381662009-06-24T01:03:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Korean BBQ!!<span style="color:#66cccc;">I went for dinner with Bernard last night,which was pretty much a few hours ago,but since it's after 12,last night.Hahaha.It was our first time having Korean BBQ,so we really had no idea what to expect.We sat down at the table by the window and looked through the menus handed to us by the waiter.We couldn't really figure out how the meal would turn out through the pictures on the menu,so the restaurant owner,this really nice Korean lady assisted us.She recommended some stuff to us and we just agreed to her recommendation.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Honestly,even after her explanation,I couldn't really picture how the meal would turn out.So,we were just sitting there and talking while waiting for the food to arrive.Then Bernard said,"Koreans actually eat very little.",and I just went,"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ohhh</span>...".So,I was really expecting a small portion of food that wouldn't be enough for the both of us.When the food arrived,Bernard and I just stared at all the food.We sat there for slightly over an hour and we were just chewing and chewing and chewing and talking also of course!=P</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I'll post pictures when I get them from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Berns</span>!!=D</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-25574658645848073022009-06-23T12:55:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Good Days=)<span style="color:#66cccc;">I woke up today feeling good,which hasn't happened for quite some time now.Mainly because I usually have to wake up against my own willingness.This morning,I actually had enough sleep throughout the night and I really just felt good!I'm convinced that it's a sign that today will be a good day.Today will be a day where I just lay aside my worry about my assignments and presentations.Today will be a day where I lay aside the misunderstandings I had with my college friends over the weekend.Today will be a day where I allow myself to have hope,a day for me to focus on the smaller and simpler things in life.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I had a pool session (Pool Session - A session for Priscilla Chew and Elena <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lai</span> to just catch up on each other's lives and laugh like silly people beside the pool) with Pris last night.She came over to my place.She was telling me again how bored she was that day-so bored that she actually read my blog,and by read I mean visited my posts for many years ago.Hahaha..And that made me want to read my old posts too,so I did.I read them just a few minutes ago,not all of them of course,but just browsed through as many as I could.That just made today and even "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gooder</span>" day!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hahahah</span>..I realised how much I've grown over these past few years,the seasons I went through and all the old memories that are so precious.Life is good.Life is very very good.Or rather God is good.=) I'm thankful for where I am in my life today,I'm thankful for the good times and the bad times I went through and I'm hopeful and anticipating more to come.=)</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-924124367698507222009-06-22T19:45:00.004+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Entered<span style="color:#66cccc;">God,I've entered this place,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Where all I want to see is Your face.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I'm tired of living in this world,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I just want to go to that place where I'll be whole.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">God,I've entered this place,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Where all around me is safe;</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Though I may see disaster in the distance,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I know You will keep me safe.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">God,I've entered this place,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Where my hopes and dreams are held in Your hands.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">You've assured me that I will never regret,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I will live a life here without fret.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">God,I've entered this place,</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">And you hold my broken heart to Your heart so whole.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">You picked me up when all I knew was fall.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I'm not leaving,God,not now,not ever,never at all.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-70821515318911467742009-05-11T22:32:00.007+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Disaster!<span style="color:#00cccc;">My sister and I decided to bake my mom a cake for mother's day.So,on Saturday,we walked to Sri Kota to buy the ingredients we needed.My dad gave us the money for the shopping.=P We decided we'd bake her a Coffee Yogurt Cake.We originally wanted to surprise her with the cake,but since we live in a condominium,she was well aware of the ongoings taking place in the kitchen roughly 30metres away from her bedroom.Everything was going well until we put the bater into the oven.Our beautiful cake,got burned because the temperatre was set too high.I was so so so sad!!!!All our hard work and heart work got destroyed!!</span><br /><br /><div><div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">On the bright side,the remains after getting the burned parts off tasted pretty good.It would have been a really good cake!Not too bad for a first try at baking.Haha=)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">Here are the pictures from the disaster.</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvedO99D1Wv7wmDimllwZMPh_RqNioUTRZzm5tMl6IVbfMzthOkbxdZrw-XobuS0vmJRHL_VvR-6wkIfaAAZtBWnbhGIZorIdCqqk-EiEfr-krn5UvLMAD5ho5y-NC5VL7-32qGR2etF_/s1600-h/IMG_1019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334580085125208642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvedO99D1Wv7wmDimllwZMPh_RqNioUTRZzm5tMl6IVbfMzthOkbxdZrw-XobuS0vmJRHL_VvR-6wkIfaAAZtBWnbhGIZorIdCqqk-EiEfr-krn5UvLMAD5ho5y-NC5VL7-32qGR2etF_/s400/IMG_1019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">The top layer of the burnt cake.It completely covered my palm!That's how much cake we could've eaten!</span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fD_cLZbBewQ9n2u1VqCFzBcZRmoITA2Y7zuCYAB5K9N7zFAOapvlTUWsV9Xx5-JWmEZBNyhamPdKbBt8M5STkyg7Ce367GDGqEQ3GqsFRGDHcXLPXY5icLyvfu-FJbZStvW-lu6jwzPO/s1600-h/IMG_1011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334580077258264882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" 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style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">This was all that was left after removing the burnt parts.*Sniff sniff*</span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLxi4hPUXdzaOUX1wx24QP2vnBLJDN76ZVXezI-7bvz1Du69bX6f65FbRXWkCUUkmTWcHCL560T83SQQJZFK5u__TnZ98G44tvl7xJchbyTThj0nag5JCO6D_4R4_QBNB8G4h5uJcnQBr/s1600-h/IMG_1010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334580071385064642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLxi4hPUXdzaOUX1wx24QP2vnBLJDN76ZVXezI-7bvz1Du69bX6f65FbRXWkCUUkmTWcHCL560T83SQQJZFK5u__TnZ98G44tvl7xJchbyTThj0nag5JCO6D_4R4_QBNB8G4h5uJcnQBr/s400/IMG_1010.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span 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</div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">Me being very sad about my cake.Hahaha...Wanted to get a picture of my sister being sad too,but she didn't want her photo taken.Reminds me of a certain someone.=P Hahah</span></div></div></div>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-85298640740650684422009-05-11T22:05:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.027+08:00Never judge a book by its cover.<span style="color:#00cccc;">In this case however,never judge a song by its title.When I saw the title Love Story,honestly my interest just turned off.Good thing Jasmine and Christina convinced me it was good.So,I did listen to it and I absolutely loved it!!I really wanted to upload the video from Youtube here,but sadly,I can't.Something wrong with blogspot.So,for the very few people who read my blog(haha),and are interested in listening to it,here you go!!=D</span><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys</a>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-83131542260269717782009-04-13T10:55:00.003+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.028+08:00Woah....<span style="color:#66cccc;"> </span><span style="color:#66cccc;">Where did time go???<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SPM's</span> been over for slightly more than 4 months now!!Craziness!!!!!!There's still stuff that I had originally planned to do during that lost time that I haven't done yet.</span><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">No.1 on that list is to get my driver's license.Drive drive drive!!=P</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxX2xNT7gBk6lEnoIHZ35H7wMWQoLjKasVKS047mdsEhih2nHnNlIcDpxfbIOZLR2B_Iox4l2EDcy-deE-3FvLXywRJVHKEfRM8CdeVpOpR6X_YorzesaRyBqZCq6gCStKHIjEbDnv5pI/s1600-h/little-tikes-cosy-coupe-ii-toy-car.jpg"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324005705171527906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxX2xNT7gBk6lEnoIHZ35H7wMWQoLjKasVKS047mdsEhih2nHnNlIcDpxfbIOZLR2B_Iox4l2EDcy-deE-3FvLXywRJVHKEfRM8CdeVpOpR6X_YorzesaRyBqZCq6gCStKHIjEbDnv5pI/s400/little-tikes-cosy-coupe-ii-toy-car.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">Hahaha!!!So adorable the kid!!!=P</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">Actually,I think that's the only thing on the list right now.Hahaha...</span></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">I'm working on getting it off the list!!Wheeee!!=P</span></div>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-50905237332259095872009-04-08T11:11:00.001+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.028+08:00God...<span style="color:#66cccc;">Thank You for the people in my life who keep me going, who take the initiative to care, who constantly push me to do hard things, but most of all, who make me more thankful that You, our amazing Father in Heaven, created them to make my life beautiful.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-40783683807938000442009-04-03T15:30:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.028+08:00Elena NEEDS to...<span style="color:#66cccc;">1. Take more photos!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">2.Update her blog more!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">3.Plan 91 Outing!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">4.Not be a bum at home!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">5.Call and sms more people!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">6.See beautiful Dylan more!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">7.Learn to drive ASAP!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">8.Be happy more often!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">9.Spend less money!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">10.Hear from God!!!</span></div><div> </div><div> </div></div>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-34016777602970128662009-04-02T19:54:00.004+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.028+08:00Lamenting.<span style="color:#66cccc;">We all have ups and downs in our lives,no one can deny that.One moment we feel like nothing in the world can knock us out of our happiness,and the next moment all you want to do is dig a huge pit and hide inside it.I've been facing the latter a lot lately.In fact,I find it so extremely hard to be genuinely happy for more than short periods of time.People tell me it's just a season that I'm going through in life,that it'll be over before I even know it.Yet,none of their encouragements and advice is really helping much.Instead of helping me through my situation,it seems to be driving me deeper and deeper into my sorrow.I'm reaching the brink of it all.I can't find the strength to go on anymore.Everything just seems to get worse day by day.</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">I know I can turn to God in my moment of pain and hurt.I know He hears me,but its just so hard to gain strength and relief from that sometimes.I just want to shout,"I can't hear You,God!I don't know what You're saying to me or if You're even saying anything to me!I don't want to have to go through this anymore!You said that Your grace is sufficient for me,that I can always look to You for strength,but this time God,I can't seem to find it.I'm so tired,Lord.I just want out of all of this.I need You,but most of all,I WANT YOU!I can't get through this without You,Lord."</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-2662476015289881732009-02-13T23:33:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.028+08:00Seriously!!!<span style="color:#66cccc;">Okay!!!This is seriously an update k!!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hahahaha</span>...<br />Well,tonight I went for College CG for the first time.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Taman</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Desa</span> CG!!!<br />Although it wasn't really a big group,I personally think it was a great time!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Honestly,at first it was a little weird because everyone there weren't exactly<br />the people I usually hang out with,but they were all so nice and it was great</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">fun in the end!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hahaha</span>=D So,we introduced ourselves and stuff,ate,talked and</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">played a modified version of the Blanket Game.Hahahaha...It was super funny!</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">The loser had to be smeared with whipped cream/shaving cream.We decided </span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">after a while that whipped cream dripped too much and we didn't want to dirty</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Maka's</span> house.By the end of the game,everyone had Santa beards.Yes,even the</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">girls.Hahahaha...Hopefully,I'll get the pictures soon!=D</span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">That's all for now!=D<br />-Elena-</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-64830920357792407722009-01-31T21:21:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.029+08:00Dear God,<span style="color:#66cccc;">Please help me make the right decisions in every aspect of my life.Teach me to lean on Your strength and allow me to understand the all that You want for me in life.I know You want the best for me and I know You will give me the best.Please teach me to be patient and be more attentive to Your voice.Lord,please help me to walk the paths that you have set for me.Please don't let me stray.<br />In Jesus' name I pray,<br />Amen.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-43340959461307367142009-01-11T20:57:00.000+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.096+08:00FINALLY!!<span style="color:#339999;">I have internet again!!!!!!Updates coming soon.....=D</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-3988063301872432462008-07-20T16:35:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.096+08:00The Difference between Science and God<span style="color:#66cccc;">*Got this from an e-mail and I thought it was quite cool.=) Iy's kind of in conjunction with apologetics.=D<br /><br /> The DIFFERENCE-------------------------- Science and God<br />'Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.' The atheist (someone whom <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doesn</span>’t believe in spiritual existence)professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">his new</span> students to stand.<br />'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'<br />'Yes sir,' the student says.<br />'So you believe in God?'<br />'Absolutely.'<br />'Is God good?'<br />'Sure! God's good.'<br />'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'<br />'Yes.'<br />'Are you good or evil?'<br />'The Bible says I'm evil.'<br />The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">a moment</span>.<br />'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">you can</span> cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'<br />'Yes sir, I would.'<br />'So you're good...!'<br />'I wouldn't say that.'<br />'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">if you</span> could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'<br />The student does not answer, so the professor continues. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">He doesn't</span>, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">even though</span> he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hmmm</span>? Can you answer that one?'<br />The student remains silent.<br />'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">of water</span> from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.<br />'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?'<br />'Er...yes,' the student says.<br />'Is Satan good?'<br />The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'<br />'Then where does Satan come from?'<br />The student : 'From...God...'<br />'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">there evil</span> in this world?'<>'Yes, sir.'<br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Evil's</span> everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything,correct?'<br />'Yes.'<br />'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">created everything</span>, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'<br />Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues:'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'<br />The student: 'Yes.'<br />'So who created them?'<br />The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">his question</span>. 'Who created them? There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">is mesmerized</span>.<br />'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">in Jesus</span> Christ, son?'<br />The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'<br />The old man stops pacing . 'Science says you have five senses <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">you use</span> to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">seen Jesus</span>?'<br />'No sir. I've never seen Him'<br />'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'<br />'No, sir, I have not.'<br />'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">or smelt</span> your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'<br />'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'<br />'Yet you still believe in him?'<br />'Yes.'<br />'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that,son?'<br />'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'<br />'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'<br />The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">a question</span> of his own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat? '<br />'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'<br />'And is there such a thing as cold?'<br />'Yes, son, there's cold too.'<br />'No sir, there isn't.'<br />The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.<br />'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat,mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">we don't</span> have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">is no</span> such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">the lowest</span> -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">have or</span> transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat.You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot m<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">easure</span> cold. Heat we can measure in thermal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">units because</span> heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">the absence</span> of it.'<br />Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.<br />'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">as darkness</span>?'<br />'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">night if</span> it isn't darkness?'<br />'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">the absence</span> of something. You can have low light, normal light, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">bright light</span>, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">have nothing</span> and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">to define</span> the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">able to</span> make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'<br />The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him.This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'<br />'Yes, pro<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">fessor</span>. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'<br />The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time.'Flawed? Can you explain how?'<br />'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">good God</span> and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">something finite</span>, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">much less</span> fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">life is</span> to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'<br />'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">they evolved</span> from a monkey?'<br />'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do '<br />'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'<br />The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">he realizes</span> where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.<br />'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">work and</span> cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">you not</span> teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'<br />The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">the commotion</span> has subsided.<br />'To continue the point you were making earlier to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">other student</span>, let me give you an example of what I mean.'<br />The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">class who</span> has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">into laughter</span>.<br />'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">No one</span> appears to have do n e so. So, according to the established rules <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">of empirical</span>, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain,how can we trust your lectures, sir?'<br />Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">the student</span>, his face unreadable.<br />Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">I guess</span> you'll have to take them on faith.'<br />'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">exists with</span> life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'<br />Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">We see</span> it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man.It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'<br />To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">at least</span> it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.<br />God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">when man</span> does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">cold that</span> comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'<br />The professor sat down.</span>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067207330756531779.post-5655231522670295972008-07-05T15:23:00.002+08:002009-09-29T01:20:45.098+08:00Some people may find this weird...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-OQxuHxpdpWUtPsF9k9WP13wsoN3mgfcmYSTuj6uwiG1P2ol16im_opp0BSmx9vhtIqzUP8v26tdIkx60OzMHMXeajugGJFv-2UIFWG4IC36KCNqiAxwjLWPGFOwd2Hlqp0XY8FNnUGi/s1600-h/mother%2520holding%2520baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219435977223643634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-OQxuHxpdpWUtPsF9k9WP13wsoN3mgfcmYSTuj6uwiG1P2ol16im_opp0BSmx9vhtIqzUP8v26tdIkx60OzMHMXeajugGJFv-2UIFWG4IC36KCNqiAxwjLWPGFOwd2Hlqp0XY8FNnUGi/s400/mother%2520holding%2520baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLCjGkV3JQEVxm2iE2_rt4QuYm3-SHnvf1uzCo4JZtE-xPp_AZu_QOxC5HFUfssTTqdP1weefTMhiFlpsm4brGdHHQCBHxHmgG9kSNgXplTSIb1yuuaeSXkCMnLApy0gfckjuUHh3c5n2/s1600-h/mother-and-baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219435977105518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLCjGkV3JQEVxm2iE2_rt4QuYm3-SHnvf1uzCo4JZtE-xPp_AZu_QOxC5HFUfssTTqdP1weefTMhiFlpsm4brGdHHQCBHxHmgG9kSNgXplTSIb1yuuaeSXkCMnLApy0gfckjuUHh3c5n2/s400/mother-and-baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3jYlTYRQogckh2B6GjAzov_JkFhnXOzegzlYdyG2kjGoNq8r3EZidMhXd7JU8XVygdZAE6WvxgbO9KIqsd44V8oUgMc-CRjsovtW-XUtWw39ubkZXQrTtOHhav8JOIjPcQF2lkJsIio9/s1600-h/Insurance_having_a_baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219435984247668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3jYlTYRQogckh2B6GjAzov_JkFhnXOzegzlYdyG2kjGoNq8r3EZidMhXd7JU8XVygdZAE6WvxgbO9KIqsd44V8oUgMc-CRjsovtW-XUtWw39ubkZXQrTtOHhav8JOIjPcQF2lkJsIio9/s400/Insurance_having_a_baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#66cccc;">..but I am so much more inspired to be a mother thanks so my dog,Paris.As some of you may know,she gave birth to 7 adorable and beautiful puppies 6 days ago.This is her second litter ever and since her first time being a mother,she has improved so much.She wasn't very good at taking care of her first batch of puppies.She would run off to bark at some random stranger outside the house leaving her puppies crying(At least,I think they were crying.).Or she'd run off with one of the puppies hanging off her nipple <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">attempting</span> to get milk.<br />Since then,she's learned to be so much more attentive to her puppies.If one of the puppies fell off the short ledge of the cupboard they live in(They chose to.=P),she'd quickly pick them up with her mouth and then cuddle them.It's so inspiring.It's amazing how God gave animals parental instincts,what more humans.It really challenges me.If animals can look after their babies that well,why is it there are so many cases of abuse caused by parents all over the world?Why do we hear about cases of child molestation that just make people so repulsed?I don't get it sometimes.<br />I hope that one day I'll get the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">privilege</span> to be a mom,and I'll be capable enough to love my child/children,to care for them,to always teach them and be there for them.=]</span></div>EreinaJChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13503052206120259606noreply@blogger.com0