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Wednesday, November 30, 2005


Wow.

Didn't know SG gymmers are so powerful! First ever team artistic Gold! In fact, first ever gold since what, 1979? Wish I've been there to watch..

On Saturday I watched Zathura a.k.a Jumanji in Space with Honseng. Then we had dinner at J8 Swensons with Wenlin. The movie was childish, and the plot tried and tested and repetitive, but it was still quite alright. The younger boy is so cute! Haha.. And the sister was quite pretty also, alhough she doesn't get much screen time. The dinner was.. meh. Can I say "expected"? The moment I heard from Honseng "I've asked Wenlin to join us for dinner" I thought, "Yea, I know how that'll turn out to be like". Now if only my skills at predicting 4D numbers are as accurate...

Anyway I'm just sick and tired of hanging on. I'm uncomfortable with making new friends and I don't like having friends whom I don't know well, so I liked to hang on to as many "old" friends as possible. But guess what, policy change! If you don't care, I'm not going to either. If you think you are too good for me, then scram. If you are too busy with your little Inner Circle, I don't have time for you either.

Am I making it sound as if everyone owes me their friendship? Maybe. I'm irritated with others, but I'm mainly irritated with myself.

Christmas is coming, but I don't have a wish list. Just a card will do, thank you.

Or maybe you can surprise me.


{/10:38 AM}
me


Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

(Possible spoilers)



The Good:

1. Hermy looked yummy!
2. Fleur looked yummy!
3. Cho looked yummy (when you squint)!
4. Dragons were cool
5. Casting for Voldy was perfect
6. Nev dancing
7. MM flirting with Harry in the prefect's bathroom =D
8. DADA scene with Moody
9. Ron's face when the spider landed on his face
10. Draco turned into a ferret by Moody
11. Scene of the twins with the Globet
12. Entrance of the boys with their pounding stakes
13. Scene of Ron and Hermy after the Ball
14. Harry and Ron moping during the Ball
15. Nev "killing" Harry at Task 2
16. Filch running (limping) throught the Hall
17. Fred dating Angelina
18. Snape rolling his sleeves for the back of Harry's and Ron's heads
19. Hermy ordering Harry and Ron to bed
20. The premature cannon
21. Harry spilling pumkin juice over Cho's smile
22. Hermy being the "owl"
23. Filch dancing with Mrs Norris
24. Hermy in the Champion's Tent

The Bad:

1. Only 2.5 hours long, when it could have easily been 5
2. Dumbledore. Sucked. Richard Harris was infinately better.
3. Moody. His acting was weird.
4. Harry and Cho on the Owl Tower. Ewwwwww. Esp the accent.
5. No Quidditch.
6. Everything happened too rushed.
7. Not enough Draco vs Harry
8. Not enough Draco vs Hermy
9. Not enough Draco vs everyone else
10. Not enough Snape
11. Sirius in the firepit looked crappy
12. Entrance of the girls with their stupid butterflies
13. The Patil twins. OMG they were supposed to be pretty.
14. Where were the Elves!? What happened to SPEW!!! Ahhh WINKY!
15. Rita
16. No Veelas
17. No Leprechuans raining gold
18. Hagrid didn't have his Blast-ended Skruts

Who wants to watch it again?


{/11:09 AM}
me


Monday, November 21, 2005
Cute!

I was watching TV last night when I realised something:



Girls with vampire teeth are CUTE!




Woot <3 =D

Anyway...

Other than spending $40 on the 4th book of Song of Ice and Fire - A Feast for Crows, I have nothing else to report.

Can't wait for carolling!


{/1:10 PM}
me


Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Cry more

Nov 16, 2005
Support groups and charities should be secular

I refer to the article, 'Hope is here' (ST, Nov 14).

It is heartening to know that One Hope Centre is providing support for people affected by gambling and related money-lending activities. However, making non-Christians sit through 'Holy Communion and an hour-long sermon' bothers me.

The group's president, Reverend Edward Job, was quoted as saying that people of all religions are welcome and that the Christian method to recovery is used.

I would like to point out that there may be people who do not know that Christian methods are used by this group and they may be shocked when they attend a session.

We have to understand religious sensitivities in Singapore. One Hope Centre should add a clause to inform the public that it is a Christian group and sermons will be delivered at its sessions.

I note also that One Hope Centre is a support group, and is planning to expand its services islandwide. To cater to the vast majority, is it appropriate to use Christian methods and make people sit through sermons?

We have to bear in mind that Singapore is a multiracial and multi-religious society, and we do not want charities or counselling centres to offer their services only to their respective religious affiliations.

That is why the majority of charity organisations cater to society as a whole, regardless of race or religion. To cater to everybody, these organisations have to be secular, and not lean towards any religious beliefs. A very good example is Ren Ci Hospital, where religion is not used to help patients.

Lester Lam Yong Ling

---

Yet another nice, sensible, logical letter by our fellow Singaporean in ST Forums.

Not.

I'll just borrow a few phrases from WoW General Forums: It's fine, learn 2 play. Cry more n00b. Why are you a troll priest? He despawns at 20% health saying it's not his time yet. You must face your target to burn his shadow. In Soviet Russia, faces melt you!

What's that? Exactly what that letter is. N-O-N-S-E-N-S-E.

Fallacy One:

"The group's president, Reverend Edward Job, was quoted as saying that people of all religions are welcome and that the Christian method to recovery is used.

I would like to point out that there may be people who do not know that Christian methods are used by this group and they may be shocked when they attend a session."

That guy's title is "Reverend". I'm sure that just sets up the expectation that the method of recovery used will be getting everyone who attends to dance to Barney songs and have a group hug, right? Even if you are too stupid to realise that, once you step in and find yourself in the midst of a sermon that makes you squirm in your seat, I'm sure you have enough initiative to just walk out of the door. If you say "I endured through the sermon even though I didn't like it out of courtesy and respect", then have enough courtesy and respect left in you to not go around whining about it like some 5 year old kid that can't find his teddy-bear.

Fallacy Two:

"We have to understand religious sensitivities in Singapore."

In my book, "religious sensitivities" includes "not whining about the religious methods used in Christian organizations that you have attended on your own free will". Too bad, the Singaporean idea of religious sensitivities is simply to ignore any and all religion, as if they will all disappear if they refuse to talk about it for long enough.

Fallacy Three:

This is the most serious one. The writer, before penning this letter, already presumed that whatever "religious methods" used is wrong and crap and does not work. Apparently he believes that only "secular" methods are trustworthy. Hey, that's religious insensitivity if I ever saw one. This is exactly why we need more of such organizations, to show the rest of the world, including those delusional atheists and agnostics, the POWER of CHRIST.

"Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." - John 4:13-14



{/9:00 AM}
me


Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Over the weekend

Quite an exciting weekend, must say.

Woke up on Saturday morning (or was it afternoon?) to Audrey's SMS. Actually, woke up right before the SMS. I didn't even need to read it to know what's the contents - company for the rest of the day.

Finally caught "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". Been wanting to since the preview, but owing to the fact that I'm not the "1st choice" for my friends as a movie date, and not wanting to watch it myself (I swear, it being a semi-scary show has nothing to do with it), I had to sit on my arse and wait for a date to come a-knocking. Heh.

The surprise was Hon Seng actually was willing to watch it. Haha. Audrey claims that he was covering his eys for half the show, but I can't be sure since she was sitting between us and I was concentrating on the show. Oh well... At least he came, that should be a good start. The 2 of them are fast becoming my regular dates for Saturday afternoons/evenings.

After the show we wandered around pondering over dinner. I HATE deciding what to eat for dinner. HATE. GAH. What's worse is that the fact that I'm a guy means that in the future I would be expected to be full of ideas for dining venues while dating my girlfriend. Maybe I ought to be thankful that I'm not attached yet. But, yeah, I'm the eat-anything-also-can and don't-eat-also-can kinda person. Anyway, coffee > food ANYDAY.

We ate at Burger King.

Went Paragon shopping with their mom after eating. I had nowhere to go so I tagged along anyway. Upon rendezvousing with her, the 2 females proceeded to shop at the lingerie section. Now, being the sensitive new age guys in the 21st century like we are, we would have been more than willing to tag along, offering tips and advice from our point of view (which is really what fanciful lingerie is all about, isnt it? Us guys' view-ing?), and then ultimately carrying out our divinely-pre-determined job of carrying women's shopping bags. But they shooed us off anyway. With a wave of an arm (or two) Hon Seng and I were relegated to prowling around the mall in our bored selves. We visited some CD shop and ate some ice-cream, and that's about it. Lo and behold, when we went back they were still at the same section. Go figure.

After more (mind-numbing) shopping they were finally done, thank the stars. And so we parted ways. Just as I was exiting the building somebody tapped me on the shoulder as I walked by. Shit. I started thinking of all sorts of excuses for being caught by a security guard at 1030pm with unpaid-for lace underwear in my backpocket that I could not resist back in Metro. I tried to run, but he had an iron grip. The sort that whisperes to you, "Run and I'll crack your shoulder blades." The sort that spoke of 2 years of insane canoeing and dragonboating training at NJC. Relief! My underwear secret was safe after all! And who should be with Zhi Wei but Jason, the 2 gay buddies, I mean, good friends. And a third person, as then unidentified. The three of them together looked suspiciously like the aftermath of a ménage à trois. For a split second (maybe about 0.2s) I felt a surge of jealousy within me, of being left out of whatever excitement these three had before bumping into me. I remembered the lace underwear in my backpocket and reminded myself that I was a straight, heterosexual guy who likes girls, thank the stars.

(Joke, for those who left their sense of humour at the door. Not the heterosexual part, though.)

So we walked around looking for coffee, as any sane gathering of 4 guys would do. Settled at some weird place in Cineleisure, and chatted over drinks of this and that. It was a pleasant surprise to bump into Zhi Wei. He hasn't changed much at all. We left at around 12, I think.

Sunday I decided to visit Lin Jin's church, which Zhi Wei is also visiting at. That smart guy told me the wrong church, which resulted in me being a good 30 minutes late.

This brings me to my next topic, churches. For those of you who are not particularly interested in my religious ramblings, it's time to blog-surf somewhere else.

I don't feel as strongly against female pastors/elders now compared to about 2 months ago. Since then I've read more, learnt more, and prayed more. In short, I can accept that the Bible is not at it's clearest when touching on this topic, but I put forth that I would still prefer not to see a female pastor/elder, and that is why I will not return to Hope for now, among other reasons.

Visiting Life Presbyterian Bible Church led me to ponder over many things. I did not feel 100% comfortable throughout the service, but it did led me back to the sort of "plainer and simpler things" that I was searching for.

Am I against having service in an auditorium instead of a proper (I use this term loosely) church? Nope.

Am I against the use of modern instruments during worship? Nope.

Am I against the majority of sermons being targetted at the unsaved rather than the saved? Nope.

I will direct what I am against at Hope, since I am familiar with it. I hope you Hope-ers don't take it personally, as these are merely my opinions.

I am against the excessive (mis)use of tongues. It is extremely distracting, and serves no purpose in the way it is used currently in Hope. Speaking in tongues is not stringing nonsensical consonants and vowels together. I cannot believe that all the instances of tongues in Hope is divinely inspired, and I repent for all the times that I have "spoken in tongues" just because I have been told to, and because everyone else is doing it. Is is possible that the entire congregation has the gift of Tongues? Maybe. Is it probable? Not.

I am against what I personally feel is a non-condusive environment for worship in Hope. This is a personal opinion, yet it is not unfounded. The atmosphere created by the band during worship and praise is just too crazy. It is definately not what I would consider meaningful worship. Whatever happened to fear of the Lord? I look at videos of praise and worship concerts and I feel disgusted. A rock band calling itself Christian leading 40,000 people in noise-making is not worship. We can sing and dance and create as much noise as we want, but don't call it worship, because it isn't.

I am against the "mega church" idea that Hope is trying to emulate. No, wearing "We're not going for numbers" on your lips in and out does not make it true. Numbers, attendence, growth in quantity, that's what I see. I see shallowness, lack of knowledge and understanding, and unwillingness to pursue them. Simple issues, they have no answer for. Controversial issues, they dodge.

Gosh, this is turning into some sort of a rant against Hope. I have a good bit more to say, but I think I'll skip them for now.

Somehow my mood is worse after the ranting. GAH,

Arbitrary-encouragement-for-A-level-students.


{/5:27 PM}
me


Thursday, November 10, 2005
How's Life?

Boring, that's how.

I don't even play WoW much now. Everyday I get home, eat, watch TV, read, sleep.

Sigh x n where n --> infinity.

I've never been much of a fan for "celebrity" blogs. The only one I read semi-regularly is Kenny, and that's because his post are moderately funny and, under comparison, less vulgar.

Yesterday's Newpaper carried a report on "Singapore's prettiest blogger". Woohoo, I thought. Double-woohoo when I found out it wasn't XiaXue, THANK GOD. Of course, I knew she would have some comments for this, and I wasn't disappointed.

www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss, for those curious, non-Newpaper readers. No, I didn't know her or her blog's existance before the report. Yes, she's quite pretty, doey eyes and long hair and all. And she's semi-rich and parties with local celebrities (the mediacorp kind). Now she's on her way to becoming the next big thing. Sounds great. Congratulations to her.

XiaXue: She's not really a blogger, just somebody with a pretty face who blogs.

Wow. Like, since when has the term "blogger" been reserved for those pathetic wannabes? I must have missed the memo. Go back a few years and blogging was reserved for fat, geeky teenage boys with too ugly a handwriting to manually write their thoughts in a physical diary. Now everyone and their dog has a blog. The daily chronicals of an individual for the benifit of close friends has morphed into controversial ramblings aimed at readership from strangers. That's evolution for you, science boys, and I'm not exactly sure it's for the better.

Face it. "Blogger" is simply the de facto term bracketing anyone who blogs, period. Boohoo, you lost an endorsement, and somebody is prettier than you. It's fine, learn to photoshop. kthxbye.

Oh, just for the record: I think it is wrong to use a toilet meant for the disabled, even if such a person is not in the immediated vicinity. Now, the defination of a "disabled" person, that's where the real debate lies. Heh.

I think it stems from our chinese roots. A lot of people seem to hold to the idea of karma, as if somebody is keeping account of the right and wrong doings of oneself, to be tabulated and used against one, to determine the "quality" of their next life, so to speak. This is the system where it doesn't matter how much wrong one did, as long as they did more rights. It sounds like a good system, mathematically beautiful, even. Just one problem: in view of whatever religious system you believe in, who is the Accountant? It must be God. And spare me the I-am-an-atheist speech. The fact that there exist what is morally right and morally wrong means there is a moral standard that we measure our actions against. Absolute morality, so to speak.

Now, in MY belief, the Christian God has a very easy job to do, as far as the moral accounting goes. As long as you ever did one wrong in your life, you're headed for hell. It's so easy, because it means everyone is going to hell! Think of it this way. If you did something wrong to a moderately good person, he's going to get pissed, so you'll try to appease his anger by doing this thing or that, until he is no longer mad at you. The better the person is, in terms of his morals, the angrier he will be for your wrong act, and the more it will take to appease him. Now it so happens that MY God is infinately good. That means that when he is pissed, he is infinately pissed, and there ain't nothing you can ever do to hope to appease His Holy Anger. So you are doomed.

Only the Christians are saved. Simply put, since mere humans can never hope to appease an infinately pissed God, God Himself has come to do the job for us, bearing all our sins and carrying all the shame of every wrong thing we ever did, and paying the price for us, of humiliation, shame, torture, pain and death. His sacrifice is infinate, because He is infinate, and it bridges the infinate gap between us and God.

Ahh, the sweet taste of salvation.

Sorry, I always get carried away when talking about such things.

Now where was I. Oh yes, life.

Starting driving lessons soon, finally.

Happy exams for the 18-year-olds. =)

Bye, work's a-calling.


{/8:58 AM}
me