Friendster = Facebook wannabe, or the other way round?

Facebook asked me "What is on my mind." Do you really want to know what is on my mind? At this moment, these are what I think, maybe there will be more to come.

1. Facebook is getting more and more Friendster-ish. 

(a) That everyone is adding everyone for no apparent reason. I have dozens of people adding me whom I have no idea about. Seriously! There was this guy as I asked him how we knew each other, he told me one of our common friends suggested me to him. Common friend MY FOOT la, I checked his profile, we don't even have any common friend to begin with!

(b) Do you remember the act-cute photos all over Friendster? Please, camwhore is one thing, acting cutesy is another. The former is an art, which you don't have to act cute to look artistic. While the latter, it's self-explainable - act cute, which, is a sickening art. Yes, this may be harsh, but the pathetic photos are plain annoying, especially if you've known that you're not an eye candy yet raise your eyes brows to make your eyes look bigger and pout your lips to act sexy [Admit it, only the rare few have the sex appeal, and most of the people are in the majority yet they remain in denial.].

(c) There's even a petition passed around to urge Facebook letting us know who view our profile. Goodness, that exactly what is going to make Facebook a Friendster wanna-be: Let's see who has checked me out today; oh, there are like 100 people viewed my profile today, I am so popular *ahaks*; let's compare whose profile is viewed most; [in future] APPLICATION: profile hits counter - update every MINUTE; oh, that dude checked me out, let's go check out his as well; hm, why is XX's boyfriend checking me out?; hm, why is YY checking MY boyfriend out?;

Honestly, it is making everyone such an attention seeker and flood the Newsfeed with unimaginable craps to so-called keep in touch.

2. Astronomical number of application is making everyone more self-searching than searching for friends' contacts. Yes, I do understand some quizzes do have interesting title and it is not wrong to give it a try. But do you realise that now we can no longer choose NOT to publish the result? There is one even worse. Are You A True Penangite quiz doesn't even have any questions! I just hit the button to add the application so that I can have a look at the questions, but it went straight away telling me that I am a true Penangite. What the *TUT*?! 

*calm down* OK, and I do understand that some people posted up the quizzes just for fun. Some of the answers are plain lame and some of them just thought of sharing it as a good laugh for everyone. That is very nice of them. But not everyone will find it funny, you see, especially those who are not interested to know MORE about you. They're just keeping you in the list so that in future whenever they need to contact you, they know where to find you. Other than that, some people took the quiz for self entertainment. They didn't mean to publish the result for the gazillions of quizzes they took. But now that Facebook doesn't allow people to choose NOT to publish it, that's not what they can control now, is it?

An extension to that, what hit me is the idea of individualism [if I use the word correctly]. Everything is drawing attention to ourselves - the status message: what is on YOUR mind?; xxx is the rough endoplasmic reticulum in the What Eucaryotic Organelle are YOU test; yyy is a good lover,  and so on, everything is about yourself! The plethora quizzes they took, the catching status messages, the video links they shared, the photos updated, even when you're sending virtual Secret Recipe cakes to your friends or taking a quiz about your friend, or leaving a friendly public messages on your friends' walls, the attentions are drawn to you as well! What a fantastic venue for attention-seeker, and a good platform for getting addicted to the limelight, too.

And, lesser and lesser people are interested in sending private messages and wall post now. The ones that we type out by ourselves, dedicated to those particular friends. Because interactions are more to commenting about the quizzes you took, should one is interested. One may suggest that though those quizzes might not be accurate, and the attention-drawing part is sickening, at least it keeps everyone informed of each others' activities, and create chances for interaction. It is up to us how we see it and make use of it, right? *weak smile* 

In this virtual spaces, I wonder if those interaction really means a lot now. It makes me value real life even more, the friends who are right in front of us, whom we can wrap our arms around and feel the warmth. For those who're at a far away land, I'd rather email them and keep them updated with first hand informations myself. Or, they can always visit my blog to know more. Though blog is also just another virtual spaces on the net, at least it tells everyone more than mere Cher Linn is a true Penangite. While for those who are not interested to read about me, they can choose not to visit, while being able to visit other blogs freely. Unlike in Facebook, while you're interested to know more about someone, you have to agonise your eyes reading about some other people whose quiz results have kept you busy hiding them for the past 20 minutes.

It’s a Part of Me

Standing below the scorching sun, I was lost. Cars passed by me, leaving dusts plastering on my face. I squinted my eyes and looked ahead of me. To my relieve, there’s a my saviour – RapidPenang bus, in its most recognisable self, approaching me, like how Rapid KL does, every time as I need a ride to KLCC.

I stretched out my hands, waving a little too frantically. Though there must be no excuse it couldn’t see me, it roamed past me, without a sign of it slowing down. Frustrated, I realised because I wasn’t at a bus stop. But where could I find a bus stop, in a foreign town where some bus stops don’t even look like one? I crossed the road, watching carefully to make sure I was not in the way of some huge, raging metal boxes, charging towards their destination. Soon enough, I saw people gathered under a shade. It looked like they were waiting for something to happen. Oh, silly, me, they were waiting for the bus, weren’t they? And the bus stop was hidden by the big trees around which provided the shade.

I stood there, waiting for another bus which had a sign saying “Jetty”. I have very limited sense of location and direction, even in Penang. If that’s what left for my instinct to tell me, then it has to be something I have to follow. Time flew as I was thinking about the interview which ended 20 minutes ago. I probably have to work in Kangar, Perlis, if I were hired. The lady who interviewed me looked hopeful, and was convincing me to really consider working somewhere not Penang or Kuala Lumpur should I be hired. I promised her that I will consider. Consider means discussing it with my parents, because it is a big thing. And the reason I want to work in Penang is also because of them.

After 20 minutes, RapidPenang 701 halted in front of me, stating “Jetti” I hopped on, paid RM1.50 and grabbed a seat. I had no idea where this bus could travel to, but if it is going to jetty, that is the end of the story. Two things I like about Rapid buses: (1) air-conditioned [Under such torturing weather, this is no longer a luxury, but a necessity.] and (2) they wait at a bus stop just long enough to let the commuters hop on and hop off, not like some other buses which waited for 30 minutes at a stop just to gather “more” passengers. I tell you what, that is exactly how they are going to gather lesser and lesser customers, because it wastes our time at every stop!

And hence, the bus moved on. It passed by some small villages, rural areas which I didn’t expect to see in Penang Island, some schools, and more villages. It also passed by some old shop houses dated back in the colonial era, where I remembered my family used to have our lunch there, at that very favourite coffee shop of ours, every time we visit Penang Island. I smiled in reflex. I remembered my favourite dish was the wantan mee and fresh orange juice. I wonder if the stall is still there.

This whole interview thing kept me thinking for the whole morning and afternoon, that whether or not I really like to work here, be it Bukit Mertajam or Penang Island. I always think that I love Penang simply because it is a fabulous place and I grew up here, period. But I have been living away from Penang for around 5 years in a roll, and was only home for not more than two months for each semester break. I was wondering if this will squeeze out the last drop of Penangite essence out of me, that I can no longer relate to this place. That, I become a foreigner to this once familiar town.

 I felt lonely. And I miss the convenient public transport in Kuala Lumpur. Where I can always say: “It’s ok, I can take a cab from the nearest LRT station.” whenever I am not quite sure of a place. And even people who have no sense of direction can speak the language of LRT Maps – that the landmark of that place is XXX so we can take YYY to ZZZ then change to ABC and from there we just need to walk a little bit more to reach the place.

The 30 minutes bus ride really opened my eyes to realise how much I am NOT a Penangite. For I don’t know so many places in Penang, and chances are, I can’t even survive in this place, let alone like it. I got down the bus heavy-hearted as we finally reached jetty. Walked all the way up to the passenger waiting area, and indulged myself in a copy of The Economist, my only familiar non-local companion in a foreign hometown, how irony.

The siren acknowledged the arrival of ferry, and I dragged my tired body to the stomach of the ferry. And before I could complain the waiting, another siren went off to prepare us for the sail.

The sail to where? The sail back to the time when I knew exactly why I love Penang. That it’s not a perfect place, but it is in ME. The dancing waves, the salty breeze, the gentle wind, the blue sky which cannot be separated from the horizon of the sea, oh, and the puffy clouds which make the whole picture priceless!

I stood at the side of the ferry, looking out at the awesome view, while listening to the wind calling my name. How could I not remember my love for the sea? And Penang has the sea that can sing away my sorrows. I remembered the beaches, my bare soles making prints on the sand as I ran along the beach from end to end, grinning like there’s nothing more fulfilling than listening to the music of waves.

My dad told us that, all the names of us four siblings, are related to the seaside. My sister has the SANd in her name, me the shell (Cher), my brother the wind, and my youngest sister, the coral. It is beautiful, isn’t it? And I wonder could it be the reason I always have the unexplainable liking for seaside. It is ME, my long lost love, and I remember now. It is a part of my history, it is a part of me always. And I want the place to watch me grow, as I take part in the development of this peaceful place.

The picture looks darker than the real scenery. Believe me, the view was truly breath-taking :)

A Call for Interview

I’m feeling rather nervous now. There’s an interview tomorrow afternoon in Penang Island. It’s the first time I actually think that... maybe working in Penang or in my hometown BM isn’t what I really wanted. For all this while I’ve been hoping to work in Penang, though I’m quite alright to work in KL, too, if I could get a job I like there. If you’ve followed this blog long enough, you’d probably think that I don’t really like big cities, because I can’t feel like I belong here, because I dislike the crazy nonhuman life there, because I can’t see a star at night. That there’s always more love for Penang. That I know there’s a responsibility to work for my home state. Yet, now I begin to wonder if this is really what I want to do with my life.

As I received a call for interview 45 minutes before my exam, I told myself that I’m not going for it because I haven’t even finished my exam! Yet right after the paper, I decided to make use of my speed-packing skill and rush back to Penang. With God’s grace I managed to reach home by 2:30am. And thanks to my parents who were willing to stay up and waited for me to pick me up from bus station. Now can you see the reason I want to work in my hometown badly? Anyway, the interview will be in Penang Island. And I’m from the mainland. I do have a bit trouble travelling there. But my principle is still: just clench your teeth and do it la! That’s what I told myself as I rush to Plaza Rakyat and bought ticket on the spot, without thinking about anything else. Anyway (man, this post is really messy) transportation wise is quite a problem. I’ll take this interview as an experience then, for future interviews. Oh, by the way, I also received an interview letter from SPA (the government), at the same day I receive the call for this Penang interview. Haha, very coincident and out of sudden, right?

It’s getting late. Sigh, I need a boyfriend chauffer who can drive me around. Anyone?

I can't tell you more about myself. Because I started to live and got to know myself better only after I met you :)

and so i broke my Facebook abstinence

by asking Kevin to approve a friend's request for me.

:-( sigh

Hug the Sky

And the breeze is now refreshing as the heat has subsided. I just want to tell you that you must have been such an awesome person that God decided to use the colour of your eyes to paint the sky. So that it doesn't hurt when I fall. Because I can fall into the sky :)

As the bright star cruises west

At some point I really think that I should give Kevin my Blogspot password, too. Now. As I've given him my Facebook password almost 3 weeks ago, I have not signed into it since then. And I tend to update my blog every other day! Albert said that I seem like blogging everyday. Not.so.true, Albert. Not everyday kia su de ma.

There's something at the back of my head. I know what it is and I wanted to blog about it. It's something that I want to discuss constructively. But I can't do it now. I shall do so after my exam and viva. When I really have the time to think about it and structure it out. But yeah, June's heard about it from me yesterday :) Thanks for dropping by, dear. Anytime.

But if a blog is like an outlet for a twisted mind of Kevin, then he will understand perhaps this is the thing I can't live without. A venue for expression. I'm not sure if I like the attention from BloggerUnited everytime I sign in or posted up a new post, but I do treasure the comments by every visitors. Nonetheless, every time as I wanted to post up something, I have to think about the consequences it may have, the possible scrutinization and the judgement which hence follows, maybe? This blog used to be known to nobody but myself. And I felt no pressure in posting up everything. Now that I understand there are people who are actually free enough to do blogwalking around, I wonder if I am strong enough not to give their take on my blog a damn.

Maybe I already am.

Tomorrow is Saturday. It's not a usual Saturday. A friend of mine is flying to somewhere known for their cute guys. Of course he'll be back in a while. But I'll still keep him in prayer. And watch the night sky as a tiny bright spot cruises west. Someone who's always around, and knows when to ask "So do you want coffee too?", will be out of contact for a while. I think I just need to get use to it, don't I?

I want souvenirs. Bring back a cute guy's contact for me, won't you? :) And come back cepat la kia su de ma.

The Names

That even the slightest mention of her name shall scratch a scar on my heart.  A scar as deep as a bottomless hollow. But even if you don't mention it, I can hear your heart calls out to her, so dearly that even your every heart beat rhymes with it, so loudly that my ears hear nothing more than the scream of my wound as salts are poured onto it. 

Silence shall roar at the chaotic emotions. And the wilderness shall be filled with shadows of emptiness. The greatest despair is not when you can't hear the sighs of my heart, but the flicker in your eyes as the sweet name is breathed.

For even the slightest mention of your name shall now burn myself into ashes.

Just Right

Going back for shoes that you're still thinking about the next morning. You know it's

L.O.V.E. !

Seriously, hahahaha, I love this statement. It's just so true, and proven just right everytime dilemmas like this happen ;-p

Of MPH Distributors Warehouse Sale and Paulo Coelho

I was over the moon as I read this *hula dance around in the room* :

But the problem is, I don't know the location mentioned in the ads. Secondly, it's during my exam >.< 

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Presenting, the book:

The Winner Stands Alone

Till here for now. This is the 200th post for this blog, and I blogged about my favourite pastime, from my favourite author :D

Won a book, yay!

Arrggghhh my hands are itchy, I need to blog lol

Dad called. He told me that I won a Confession of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella from Mix.Fm. MUAHAHAHAHA~ Well, thanks to Mix.Fm, it's my first time actually winning anything from those contests. Not that I took part in a lot of contests like this, especially those require some creative slogan to complete the application. I've forgotten if that contest required any slogan. Even if they did, I've forgotten what I wrote though. Anyway, I really wanted to read that book! Even if I'd watched the movie with darling Fea, Jespreet, Jerry & Sek Kuan that day. In fact, any books by Sophie Kinsella is welcome on my book shelf :) 

I'll go to Kinokuniya for my last feast before I leave KL. Must! I'll miss the feeling of being surrounded by rows and rows of book shelves, and talk about the smell of those crisp pages! *sniff* ah.. stress reliever :)

Flying high

When I know that you're leaving, my smile froze and heart sealed, till the day of your return. Even if you don't, at least my smile won't turn into tears and my heart won't break from missing you too badly. 

But I hope we don't have to put the protections for trial, do we?

Have a safe trip, and call home lah, Tuna.

I'll try not to misbehave when you're not around. Because there's no one else I can run to when you're gone.

raise your chin and smile

If only you'd look past the grey clouds ahead of you even if it's gigantic, you'd still see green grass and rainbow await. 

Or maybe cute guys. 

Have faith. Pray and wait upon God's grace, for He will deliver us through.

Thank you, Lord, for delivering me through the writing phase of my thesis. It's a miracle that I can complete it, and not just handing it in on time, but a few days before the deadline! Apparently I didn't do it with my might alone, for surely Your holy hand has blessed me throughout.

I Promise Myself

My mind has been chanting:" Keep going, keep going..." for the entire night AND morning. It's now 6:18am. Haha.

It's not that scary when someone becomes a workaholic. Because it's scarier when she's turned into one, AND not feeling anything wrong about it.

When everything is over, I'm going to allow myself 5 minutes to stare blankly at the night sky, doing exactly nothing.

I know you like it

You hold it firmly in your hand, stick it gently through your lips, and it dances around in your mouth. In and out, some like it fast, some like it slow. You're getting more experience in doing this as you practise it more often. You can even do it with your eyes close. It takes only 10 minutes to get the job done, when white liquid leaks out from your month. And it makes the smile on your face spells: Pleasure.

Pleasure because now your oral is clean :)

Ah, I love brushing my teeth with Darlie toothpaste, especially with a new toothbrush.

OMG I'M IN LOVE!

OMG OMG I can't help it! I haven't been feeling like this for so SO looong! Like, seriously, so mesmerised by the dangerous feeling which captures my heart. I feel excited, I want to scream! I.can't.wait to tell the world that:

I AM NOW SO DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH

TAYLOR SWIFT - FEARLESS

There's somethin' 'bout the way

The street looks when it's just rained

There's a glow off the pavement

Walk me to the car

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there

In the middle of the parking lot

Yeah

Oh yeah

We're drivin' down the road

I wonder if you know

I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now

But you're just so cool

Run your hands through your hair

Absent mindedly makin' me want you

And I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress

Fearless

So baby drive slow

'til we run out of road in this one horse town

I wanna stay right here in this passenger's seat

You put your eyes on me

In this moment now capture it, remember it

Cause I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress

Fearless

Well you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake

I'm not usually this way but

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave

It's the first kiss,

It's flawless,

Really something,

It's fearless.

Oh yeah

And I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress

Fearless

Yeah

I don't know how

Oh yeah yeah

I mean, go google it, this song is super nice la! I know this album has been released since 11th November 2008, which means it's been around for quite some time already. But as I read the lyric while listening to the song for the first time, it takes my breath away! I haven't been swept away by an artist ever since after high school. Now this 20-year-old country pop singer is doing exactly that, perfectly. I'm looking forward to getting myself her original Fearless album :D

weird mood

In case you don't know:

1. I am looking forward to listening to all the songs in Taylor Swift's Fearless. I love her voice.

2. I'm now suffering from monotaxiophobia - afraid to take taxi alone. It used to be so natural, just need to hop in and reach destination safely. Of course I'll stay alert and all. But now, I cannot even bear the thought of flagging down a taxi at taxi stand all by myself.

3. I think I NEED a bear hug, or a heart-warming verbal conversation in English. Now. Or ASAP. If you can give me any of these, please do...

Feeling kinda weird today, physically and mentally.

Oh, it's Good Friday tomorrow.

Art Skill Challenge

It involves measuring and drawing lines at 2cm wide along the border of the paper, so there's space to apply glue for the next layer, then another line at 1cm (inside) to standardise the width of each writing stripes. Yes I am that schema. What to do when I am artistically challenged AND have a friend *ahem* Kevin *ahem* who is much MUCH better in drawings than I am, also making birthday card for the same person? When free-hand drawing is failing me, I need to rely on straight, guided lines. Yes, using rulers and involving mathematics in arts! lol.

Next, cutting along the line and trimming off the extras according to the arrangement of respective colours, and of course pasting down one by one, to the lines drew previously on the stripes before it.

And finally writing down the long, spiralling-to-make-one-tilts-his-head-and-turns-the-card-around-as-reading-it birthday wishes that have to end EXACTLY at the last inch of the whole page, not too short, not too long. If not, the whole card is as good as a trash.

Here it is:

And another one:

Why Does The List Keep Getting Longer..?

1. First - Malay

2. clinic patient - Vietnamese

3. burger seller guy during matriculation - Malay

4. Second - Chinese

5. police - Indian

6. Third - Nepali

7. Starbucks, keychain - Arabic

8. kitchen - Malay

9. customer - Lebanese

10. churchmate - Nigeria

very funny *roll eyes*

I am tired. Staying single is better. Can't blame me for loosing hope.

A timely sms with comforting words: worth>cost

;-(

It's the Lord's day. But it's a horrible day to me. Ever hit by an or a series of incidents so hard that you felt paralysed and numb as if your soul is out of the shell? That the inspiration you got after church service is used up in the process, and you felt like the world is coming to an end? That you tend to generalise the whole world to be dark and evil, and loose faith in the future?

Sobs... Never hated myself so much like now. Sobs..

New Star in Entertainment World

Najib: Move to release ISA detainees shows govt not repressive

Ah, we all love a leader with a sense of humor, don't we?

My Take on Facebook

To a certain extent I thought this friend of mine is smart when he insists not to join Facebook despite the constant pressure and "discrimination" we put on him. Well, to be honest I was awed at how cool the online social website was when I first signed up. Cool and elegant layout, simple and user friendly. And another reason was because I found a lot of old friends' contacts there. These friends whom I never thought I'd be able to keep in touch again, now are just a click away! And that meets the purpose of online social tools - to keep friends in touch with each other.

However, as Facebook evolves into something more than just an online social tool, when they add in a lot of applications and games which are supposely to further encourage the interaction among the users, and when I am too frequently informed of some unexpected behaviours of my friends in Facebook, I begin to wonder if Facebook is really that awesome now.

If you were to check out Facebook's blog or follow up with their chronology, you'd realise that Facebook has improved over time. Or at least I do think so. Previously the privacy level was very low. For example, what application you added, or quizzes you took, will all turn up in your friends' News Feed. And they will read about it. Of course, some of us may love the attention, but apparently some of us don't really like it to be this transparent. Hence soon we got to choose to hide certain information from being announced out loud. We can now choose to make it appear only on our own profile silently, and let those who're really interested to check it out with their own initiative, or, not to appear at all, and only you yourself will know the stupid (and sometimes funny) result of the quizzes.

I have been silencing a lot of unwanted infomation about my friends in the News Feed. For example, the result of the quizzes. Seriously, those quizzes are plain lame. But of course it's not wrong to give it a try. And if it is something funny, friends will comment about it, and there goes the interaction. However, sometimes there are just things I am totally not interested to know. For example, if one is a good kisser/lover or not. Because everyone seems to have positive results of ALL the tests. That explains basically all my scepticism towards the credibility of the quizzes.

Besides, as other online social tools, it cannot prevent your "friends" from stalking you on the web. Or worse, according to Cleo 2009 April issue (OMG where's my Gaya UKM?), some couples even stalk each other on the web! And soon you have this friend who knows that your boyfriend who accepted a sunflower Growing Gift from a popular rock-star friend of his who is a neighbour to your friend's relative who score 116 in his IQ test. And I haven't started about the inside jokes we shared among ourselves as we leave pictures/notes/videos comments which then become a public thing as long as that person is approved as a friend of yours. Right. All one need is an unsuspicious approval from you, and your friends (hence he'll have the Common Friends to draw links with) and there goes the exploration.

All this while I have been very careful on the approval thing. If I am not sure who that person is, I will check out his profile and pictures if possible to force myself to recollect someone named XXX. If at the end of the day, I am sure I don't know this person, then I won't feel guilty at all to ignore that fella. If I have no access to that person's profile, I'd send him a message asking him how we know each other (politely, of course). If that person didn't bother to reply, then of couse I will ignore him from then. Sometimes I don't even bother to check one's profile when I am sure I never have a friend named YYY.

And I have unchecked a lot of notification to be sent to my email account, giving myself some peace of mind. I value messages in Inbox and Wall in Facebook. That is how I love interaction between friends to be - real conversation with words, to a certain extent that I don't mind if you were to drop by and vandalise my Wall by typing some random words. Because I know you miss me, hee hee~ I don't mind if you don't send me FunToys everyday, although they are really cute.

Oh yeah, till here, I would like to announce that, I have not signed into Facebook since four days ago, and will not do so until mid of May. I have no way to sign in because I gave my password to a friend of mine whom I trust, to change it and keep it from me until I finish what I am suppose to pay attention to now. I believe he will not abuse my identity and will not infringe my privacy, too. I need to take my mind off Facebook a while. Surprisingly I have yet to long to sign into Facebook since then, and I have been feeling sick of the endless unnecessary applications and nonsense quizzes, and, some friends' behaviour. Sometimes it is best I don't know that they have a tendency to do such things so that my perception towards them will always remain positive.

*Until this point I can't help but to realise this post has very bad structure.*

But I still hope that smart friend of mine will get himself a Facebook. It is more fun to talk bad about someone right at their face lol. And because spamming on Facebook Wall is more fun than spamming in his near-forsaken blog.

Breakaway. Kejap.

Came back from adjudication for a round of friendly debate in IMU today. And... it's an enjoyable evening! I finish my one-week quota of laughter in one evening. In one car ride, actually. I was not the one driving. Hence I appreciate the traffic jam (which made it looked as if EVERYONE is heading to KTSN for no apparent reason) which prolonged the time I had for a heart lightening conversation. It felt great to be able to share everything with someone whom I know is not going to judge me for whatever I trust him with.

And I met Mar-Jie!!!12 Miss your smile, darling!

OK, THESIS!!!!!12

Spiritual Orgasm

Why do I have to prove to you that my religion is real? I don't care if yours are anyway. Because religion is a personal beliefs. Hence I don't mind if you'll never understand or agree with what I believe in. Because I believe it's by God's grace to open your heart to accept Him when His time comes. Even if you don't believe that (my) God does exist, I.don't.care! Because it's enough that I believe in Him. BUT, never go beyond the freedom of expression by criticising other religions which you never able to make sense of. Because it only shows how shallow and ignorant you are, by generalising the whole picture. I won't hate you. Why would I go agianst God's order to not to hate just because someone said something less intelligent?

You know what does it mean by asking:" So what is your faith?" It means irregards of everything in the world that has or yet to happen, you will still hold strong to certain principles that define your life. We don't need explaination to tell us why it is better to do this or that, or, CANNOT do this or that. Simply because I believe that (my) God does exist, AND if He said so, hence it has got to be real. Period. Don't use your judgement to judge my religion and laugh at my practice. Because as a non-believer, you will never understand how awesome it is like to be able to follow what my God says.