I was going to sleep when my imagination runs wild. It begins with a thought: If man keeps destroying the environment, where earth keeps getting hotter and hotter, and global warming seems to be more than just a story in news...
Year 2057: Sunlight -once a warm and a great source of light and energy- has become an enemy to humankind. We dread of morning, since that's when ray of amazing heat penetrates through atmosphere, unopposed by the ozone shield that has long gone, destroyed by greenhouse gas.
Plant dies as the heat dries all the water, and the soil has been polluted so much, nothing can grow anymore. Even forests are gone, due to illegal logging... Rain water become so acid, rivers are dry, and those with waters are still, as they are clogged by mix of plastic bottles and industrial waste.
The food chain is in chaos: with no plants, no animals survive. Human are desperate for food. Starvation are everywhere, even the rich can't afford food, because there isn't any. And in that desperation, mankind, desperate to fill their stomach, turn to the most abundant source of food at that time... human being.
"Love thy neighbour", becomes a running joke at dinner table. That is, if you still have the chance to laugh around... 'Cause you can be the next target for the hungry people out there.
So please, do your bit for the environment. Use energy responsibly, recycle whenever possible, plant a tree... This is our earth, let's save this planet as it's destiny, is our destiny.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
quote from the scrubs
"It's funny how our perceptions can be so off.. like when you're searching for a place to fit in, and you don't even realize you've been there the whole time."
Damn, i love this show!
Damn, i love this show!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
whoa!
i try to do some blogging to store some memories, kinda like check points in life. but come to think of it, i only do it sparringly, and without much effort.
This realization occurs to me when I stumble upon some blogs where people design their blog creatively and beautifully.
People are really unique, some are better in stuff than the others.
Do i envy them? Nah, i'm too lazy for it.
I prefer to enjoy their creativity rather than trying to decorate my blog just for the sake of appealing people.
This realization occurs to me when I stumble upon some blogs where people design their blog creatively and beautifully.
People are really unique, some are better in stuff than the others.
Do i envy them? Nah, i'm too lazy for it.
I prefer to enjoy their creativity rather than trying to decorate my blog just for the sake of appealing people.
a beautiful gibberish
well i found the translation destroy the catchiness of this song, so i decided to post the one w/o translation.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
how much is your faith worth?
Another story from Adrian Plass's book (this guy surely becomes one of my favourite author) pose this simple yet deep question.
In the story Adrian was approached by a guy, who asked him to stop his ministry publicly and he's offered 5.5 million pounds. Yes, million. Yes, pounds.
To put another twist, he can still do ministry in his own church. And on top of that, he's 57 years old at that time.
The guy (name's Paris Morpeth) suggested that he take the money and use it for good, like for charity, or supporting his family.
And Paris suggested that even if he take the money, God will still forgive him.
Now, if you think he's a hardcore Christian, that might not be the case as he tells about his struggle, his moments of doubt during his Christian life, and the fact that he has thought that Jesus may or may not exist.
In the end he refused.
And he gave such an outstanding point of view:
"ultimately, all I want is to meet the Son of God in heaven at last - assuming there is such a polace, of course - and see him smile, and hear him say, 'You messed things up here and there, Adrian, but you did have a go at the job I gave you to do, and I appreciate it. Thank you. Come on in.'
Thank you Adrian, for giving me such an insight which answers some of my faith question.
I hope that one day, if i'm offered millions of pounds or gold or silver in exchange of my faith, i'll be able to arrive on the same conclusion as his.
In the story Adrian was approached by a guy, who asked him to stop his ministry publicly and he's offered 5.5 million pounds. Yes, million. Yes, pounds.
To put another twist, he can still do ministry in his own church. And on top of that, he's 57 years old at that time.
The guy (name's Paris Morpeth) suggested that he take the money and use it for good, like for charity, or supporting his family.
And Paris suggested that even if he take the money, God will still forgive him.
Now, if you think he's a hardcore Christian, that might not be the case as he tells about his struggle, his moments of doubt during his Christian life, and the fact that he has thought that Jesus may or may not exist.
In the end he refused.
And he gave such an outstanding point of view:
"ultimately, all I want is to meet the Son of God in heaven at last - assuming there is such a polace, of course - and see him smile, and hear him say, 'You messed things up here and there, Adrian, but you did have a go at the job I gave you to do, and I appreciate it. Thank you. Come on in.'
Thank you Adrian, for giving me such an insight which answers some of my faith question.
I hope that one day, if i'm offered millions of pounds or gold or silver in exchange of my faith, i'll be able to arrive on the same conclusion as his.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx
Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education
You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.
What are you most afraid of:
You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.
Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.
Gates of heaven
Here's one of the story i found in Adrian Plasses book that i like so much... So i just copied it, and of course all the right belong to him, but i don't think he will mind me sharing it... here goes the story:
Slowly, uncertainly, Liz approaches the gates of heaven. Jesus is leaning against one of the gateposts, a little smile playing around his lips. Something that looks like a bulging supermarket carrier bag is hanging from one hand.
'Hello, Liz,' he says quietly.
'Oh, dear!' says Liz, hardly daring to meet his eyes, 'I'm afraid I don't deserve to be here at all.'
'Quite right,' says Jesus, 'but then nobody does, do they? That's not a problem, though. I've sorted that one out, remember?'
She stares at him for a moment before speaking again.
'Ah! No, of course not. I mean - of course! Thank you so much! What I meant was - I mean - well, what I meant was that I never really did anything...'
'Oh' says Jesus, looking a little puzzled. "What are all these, then?'
He holds the carrier bag out with both hands, open so that she can see the contents. She rifles through them. To her astonishment, inside are all the cards of encouragement and condolence and celebration that she sent to all sorts of people over the year.
'Some other person with the same name?' asks Jesus. His expression appears to be one of confusion, but the smile is still there in his eyes.
'Oh,' says Liz, 'well, yes, I suppose I sent them, but that's all.'
'Hmm.' Jesus closes the bag and puts it down beside him, just inside the gates. "I know you're not coming in, but just poke your head round and take a look at this.'
Tentatively, she takes a few steps forward and nervously peers around the nearest gatepost. Immediately she gasps as she is overwhelmed by a sea of colour.
'Goodness me, what a marvelous garden!' she cries. 'Where on earth did all these wonderful flowers come from?'
'From you,' says Jesus, still leaning on the gatepost, 'these are all the flowers you gave me over the years.'
'Flowers I gave you?' she protests, 'I thought i gave them to - well, to people.'
'Look,' says Jesus, 'I don't want to go all technical and theological on you, but the way it works is that every time you gave, say, a bunch of tulips to Fred n hospital, the same bunch came straight up here to me. And I planted them. I've been having a great time. They grow here even if they've been cut. DO you like the garden you gave me?'
Liz is overwhelmed, and might argue if she wasn't so sure that se would lose the argument.
'I did get very impatient and grumpy and a bit resentful sometimes,' she says in a very small voice.
'True,' says Jesus, 'but usually only with your husband, and that gave him a chance to show his saintliness - sometimes. Oh, There's something else I wanted to show you.;
By now she has taken a few steps into heaven without realising it. Jesus moves over to a little stone table at the edge of the path, and picks up a heavy, leather-bound book. He thumbs through it in silence, stopping to read little bits from time ti time.
'Err, what is that?' she asks at last
Jesus looks up. 'This? Oh it's just a record of all the chats and conversations you had with people when you visited them in hospital and met them on buses and in the street, and - oh, all over the place. Some good ones here. Thank you. You really cheered me up sometimes. And you filled in quite a few gaps in the road for all sorts of people. I'm not saying you were perfect but you had a jolly good go at doing things for me. Well done.'
She is in tears, It's all too much, Jesus puts his arm around her and leads her away through the flowers. The air is fragrant with the scents of early summer.
'Come on, Liz,' he says gently, "I've got lost more things to show you, and there's someone I really want you to meet
She looks up suddenly, and says through her sniffles. 'Do you know. I feel awfully well.'
'Of course you do,' he replies, smiling broadly now, 'you've come home.'
Slowly, uncertainly, Liz approaches the gates of heaven. Jesus is leaning against one of the gateposts, a little smile playing around his lips. Something that looks like a bulging supermarket carrier bag is hanging from one hand.
'Hello, Liz,' he says quietly.
'Oh, dear!' says Liz, hardly daring to meet his eyes, 'I'm afraid I don't deserve to be here at all.'
'Quite right,' says Jesus, 'but then nobody does, do they? That's not a problem, though. I've sorted that one out, remember?'
She stares at him for a moment before speaking again.
'Ah! No, of course not. I mean - of course! Thank you so much! What I meant was - I mean - well, what I meant was that I never really did anything...'
'Oh' says Jesus, looking a little puzzled. "What are all these, then?'
He holds the carrier bag out with both hands, open so that she can see the contents. She rifles through them. To her astonishment, inside are all the cards of encouragement and condolence and celebration that she sent to all sorts of people over the year.
'Some other person with the same name?' asks Jesus. His expression appears to be one of confusion, but the smile is still there in his eyes.
'Oh,' says Liz, 'well, yes, I suppose I sent them, but that's all.'
'Hmm.' Jesus closes the bag and puts it down beside him, just inside the gates. "I know you're not coming in, but just poke your head round and take a look at this.'
Tentatively, she takes a few steps forward and nervously peers around the nearest gatepost. Immediately she gasps as she is overwhelmed by a sea of colour.
'Goodness me, what a marvelous garden!' she cries. 'Where on earth did all these wonderful flowers come from?'
'From you,' says Jesus, still leaning on the gatepost, 'these are all the flowers you gave me over the years.'
'Flowers I gave you?' she protests, 'I thought i gave them to - well, to people.'
'Look,' says Jesus, 'I don't want to go all technical and theological on you, but the way it works is that every time you gave, say, a bunch of tulips to Fred n hospital, the same bunch came straight up here to me. And I planted them. I've been having a great time. They grow here even if they've been cut. DO you like the garden you gave me?'
Liz is overwhelmed, and might argue if she wasn't so sure that se would lose the argument.
'I did get very impatient and grumpy and a bit resentful sometimes,' she says in a very small voice.
'True,' says Jesus, 'but usually only with your husband, and that gave him a chance to show his saintliness - sometimes. Oh, There's something else I wanted to show you.;
By now she has taken a few steps into heaven without realising it. Jesus moves over to a little stone table at the edge of the path, and picks up a heavy, leather-bound book. He thumbs through it in silence, stopping to read little bits from time ti time.
'Err, what is that?' she asks at last
Jesus looks up. 'This? Oh it's just a record of all the chats and conversations you had with people when you visited them in hospital and met them on buses and in the street, and - oh, all over the place. Some good ones here. Thank you. You really cheered me up sometimes. And you filled in quite a few gaps in the road for all sorts of people. I'm not saying you were perfect but you had a jolly good go at doing things for me. Well done.'
She is in tears, It's all too much, Jesus puts his arm around her and leads her away through the flowers. The air is fragrant with the scents of early summer.
'Come on, Liz,' he says gently, "I've got lost more things to show you, and there's someone I really want you to meet
She looks up suddenly, and says through her sniffles. 'Do you know. I feel awfully well.'
'Of course you do,' he replies, smiling broadly now, 'you've come home.'
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