Music direction

I've been thinking about my music.

I think it is God's will that I met with Jose and him having to correct my picking technique. Correctly my 'timing' issues and get me particular about sound. or being particular about everything.

but.. there's always a but...

I really feel that i need someone to open new musical doors for me to explore. and honestly following a certain technique of picking really isn't helping. (though the technique is gonna help me go further in terms of speed and all that)

It really boils down to me. I've been asking ppl this question and not to myself. where do i wanna go with my music? I think i should decide on that. and then transcribe an artist closest to that. I spoke to Anson briefly and he is okay with spending a lil bit of time each week with me helping my transpose and explaning to me the notes and all... that sounds like a good idea. Plus i'll be getting help for all you guys who read my blogs right? Some materials to work my way up. What do u think guys?

jose's not free

Jose Thomas isn't free last week, and looks like he is gonna be busy this week also. Also, Since I'm only free on monday nights, I don't think I will be able to see him this week.

Anyhow, I've been working on my picking, and it's coming along slowly.. very slowly. I'm also working on all my major scales in cycles of fourth at 80 bpm. I think I'm pretty comfortable with that now, so I'm doing some 8th notes as well. I am trying to familiar myself with the all the major scale everywhere in the fretboard. That means about 4 formations for each scale within 1-12 frets. I'm gonna practice these 4 formations for all the scales in cycles of fourth.

I guess I've been lazy to get down to all these up to this point. But I am thinking, if I am to learn how to play jazz well, knowing the fret board inside out is definitely a must to begin with.

Also, the last few weeks of practicing scales, I'm amazed that I'm actually hearing new things from the scales. I think the repetetion does something to our minds. (it's called brainwashing) I'm hearing new lines.

Rediscovering the guitar is a fascinating experience. It makes the pain of re-learning almost bearable.

Cedar Trees

A couple of days ago a friend was telling me what he learnt about the cedar tree.

Apparently the Cedar grows slowly in the first 10 or so years. During this time, it is building it's root. It is searching for the underground water table. When it's foundation set, boom, it grows. Tall. I haven't been able to verify this from sites in the internet, if someone could help that would be great.

But what I did find what that the Cedar of Lebanon can only bear fruit to reproduce at about 25 to 30 years old. It grows better in mountanious region, it gives better wood. The ones used for Solomon Temples are these types. (http://www.2020site.org/trees/lebanon.html)

I heard that, (another myth?? please help verfiy), some bamboos also grow very slowly at first. Until the roots are firm, boom, it shoots up real fast.

Learning from nature, building roots and foundation is slow, grueling and no fun. On site, it's also difficult to impress the clients after the foundation is laid. Visually, there's 'nothing' to be seen. But everyone know how crucial foundations are in building. So it is the word of God, in the foundation of our lives.

Visually, there's 'nothing' to be seen.

However, when it starts to grow... BOOM. The same forces/principle of physics that can topple a building is keeping it up. The forces remains the same. But the building just got higher.

Life is the same thing, govern by God's principals. Don't believe me. Try it. It either pulls u down or push u up.

I pray that I'm growing and maturing, by growing deeper with the knowledge, experience...etc of Him and His love.

Uncle had a successful heart surgery

My uncle, who had an heart 4 weeks ago, went for this bypass surgery on tuesday 2 days ago.

Praise God everything went on smoothly and he is already talking and had his first meal after surgery yesterday -- Waltz Ice-cream.

He not only had a 'heart surgery' in SJMC, my uncle who is kinda a nominal christian must have had a 'heart surgery' from God also. He is praying and seeking the lord more. He even ask me to pray for him before I left. This has never happenned before !! did I say never? My aunt was happy that my uncle is changing. Uncle also told me that after this, his priority is going to change. I suspect more towards relationship with his family, God...etc and I think he'll be going to church regularly.

I felt previledged to be able to pray for my uncle. I thank God for it because I'm looking forward to the day where my whole family - extended included - can worship together in the same place. shh.. chinese new year will be a massive time of worship!!!

Though my uncle is in the ICU, my uncle and my aunt had a quiet joy in them. They are just happy being together... hahaha like young love birds.

One last thing before I blog-off.

I also had a chat with my aunt during my visit. (the nurse was tending to uncle and we had to wait outside) My aunt who isn't very educated academically has an AMAZING understanding of biblical concepts of love. She can't understand much english... I think her only bible is one of those with pictures!! (hahahaa! she laugh at it when she told me) But as she was talking about love, about family, about parents and about children... simple lady, simple truths hit home with me.

Guitar Lessons with Jose Thomas week 2

"Oh.. eric! your timing is bad. you have a lot to work on your timing"

"Equal volume on your down and upstroke"

"Watch your wrist"

"timing! timing! timing!"

"you're... rushing!....(pause) rushing again!"

So on week 2, I discover that my wrist is getting better acquianted to the down/up motion. But I have trouble with my uniformity on my downstroke/upstroke picking.

I think it's because I have always used my the 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 as my mark, as a result, I tend to accent on the downstroke. When I need try to play it uniformly, I loose my anchor on the timing and hence can't 'lock' on the tempo. My fingers are esp 'lost' during the upbeats. With all things combine, it sounds horrible to be unable to keep time on the upbeats and the uneven picking volume.

So my task this week is to practice all the major scales starting from G major and rotate around the fretboard in circles of 4th. ie. G - C - F - Bb....etc over and over and over and over and over again.

Its frustrating for me to work on this. because 2 weeks I ago, I was pretty confident that I can pick. run scales. and I thought I had good tones.

Now, I'm brought back to school first by changing my entire picking style and honing on my timing. Which reminded me that

1. guitar playing like any part of life- it's all about fundamental, which really are the building blocks of fun. (I heard this from Edmund Chan tape, people use to go to him expecting something profound, but he said he has nothing profound... just go back to basics. Seems like I'm experiencign the same thing with Jose)

2. choose our mentors carefully - I think most of the people who influenced me in the past paid more attentions to chords, voicings and rhythm comping. Hence I never found any problem with my picking. I urge all new players out there... choose your teachers carefully and learn solid basics.
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3. It's never too late to break a habit. Change is a pathway to maturity. It's essential to growth. Discipline is need to bring about the transformation.

Guitar Lessons with Jose Thomas

I finally went for my 1st lesson with Jose.

It was an unforgettable experience. I felt like I was the worst player and the worst student in the world.

First lesson, I learn how to pick. Pick completely with wrist action going up/down, without any 'twist' to your wrist. It's a hard thing for me to do because I have to throw all that I've been doing away. So all I have to do this week is practice my scales at beat 70, using F, G, A lydian starting a the 6th string - 1st fret. which is really C, D, E major. Everday for at least 1 hour. (he prefers 2 - 3 minimum)

He is of the opinion that do it his way, or no way when it comes to techniques (and every other thing?), I guess. So 1 hour everyday, here I go.

Monster! r US

Recently, when I was in MPH, I browsed through Traci Lord's autobiography. The actress who first got famous as a porn star.

At about the same time, I watched the movie Monster - starring charlize theron - about the 1st convicted woman serial killer, Aileen (something)

What strike me was that both Traci and Chalize was gorgeous... no, that's not my point :)

That both had very bad start in their growing up years.

Aileen was raped at 8, when she told her dad that she was raped by her dad's best friend she was beated. She then grew up deprieved of love and always seeking it - in the wrong places and from the wrong ppl. She ran away from home and started as a prostitute at 15. Monster was a movie about Aileen crossing the line of 'evil'. At the end, she was sentenced to death for killing 7 men.

Traci, was raped by 9 (i think, i can't quite remember but thereabouts) had an abortion at 12, and was introduced to the porn world by her mom's boyfriend at 15. She had an abusive dad. At 18, she was caught by the FBI for holding a fake ID and doing porn underage coz she started at 15. She also then met a lawyer who changed her life. Her mom and family accepted her back. Quit drugs. Changed her life. Now she stars as an actress doing some tv shows and is married.

It is real inspiration to be able to read how Traci rise up above her situation and sad and very disturbing to see Charlize play Aileen. (she deserved the oscar!). Even scarier when I thought about how our lives can take different paths with similiar beginnings. What was the difference? I think many ppl will take many different views on it.

As for me, I think we all have a Monster in us. Love makes all the difference. Afterall, it's Love that makes the world goes round.

being a man pt 2 - identity

Ever since Pastor Edmund Chan came to our church for the one day speaking on discipleship and utterred these words: identity is a relational word. It has been stuck to my mind.

The concept really is changing my life's perspective.

Identity used to be a 'static' word to me. I am my father's son. My dad's and mom's name is so and so. I'm working as a blah blah blah. I am a Christian. I am a child of the living God....etc Perhaps these should be classified in my mental map better as identification.

However, when I think of identity as a relational word, it is now a dynamic word. I'm not just my father's son. My relationship with him gives my being, identity. It is also the same with God, my mom, friends...etc etc. The relationship not only identify me it shapes me and gives me meaning.

(Perhaps, it's like watching CSI on tv. First the crime scene is documented, and the suspect. Facts and figures can only give that much info. It's through the relationship of the victim and the murderer that gives the whole episode the motive, the fear, the emotions the meaning. )

The 2 questions that we always ask ourselvs: who am I and what am I doing here? (did you know that you're incredible and unique just because you can ask yourself that question!)

(Paster Edmund said it this way) Who am I and what am I doing here? Perhaps I have to look at who I serve and who is my master.

Among the many wisdom I took home that day with Pastor Edmund, this gem would be my most prized find.

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I started to ask a series a questions about myself and the relationships that I am in. Especially my relationship with my dad. It's getting late, so I guess, I'll leave this to pt 3.
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Musing on Saying Grace

At t=0, I picked up my fork and spoon. Opened my mouth to say grace...

I suddenly was filled with question WHY?

Why am I saying grace before each meal? Is it a churchy tradition that's been followed worldwide? Where in the bible did it mention about saying grace before meals? I did remember Jesus giving thanks before he broke the bread but it was never mentioned as a 'command'. I wonder then if it is a theological issue? If it is not, then we certainly shouldn't give such a big fuss about it. If it is then we should keep it.

I wondered also, if I am making it a rule that ppl should follow? Am I saying my grace because it also appears more religious and therefore I'm holier than those believers who don't say it? I wondered also, how many of us think about why we are saying grace while we are saying it.

about 0.5 seconds later, my fork touched down on the delicious fish. I said my grace... the rest is fishstory :)

I often thank the lord for the food before i eat them. whether its for a snack, a instant noodle meal or a 9 course dinner. I said often because sometimes I do forget. Though it still eludes me why i should forget to say grace, i still do because by now it should be a habit.

Most of the time - most of the time - saying grace to me is not mechanical. Though I say it in one sentence and in a single breath just before i devour on my first bite (and sometimes after I pick up my cutlery), saying grace is most of the time not mechanical to me.

I feel so bless really to be able to eat. There are just so many tastes, textures, colours, it's amazing just what humanity has come out with to temp our taste buds. Can you tell I love food now? hahahaha Also because these recent years has been so difficult, there were times, I'm amazed that I still have food to eat. I'm just simply amazed, because I am able to, and I have food, simply to fill my tummy. He truly is our provider.

Most of the time, when I say grace, I pray about something. It's great to do that because then I know I will at the very least pray twice during lunch and dinner, for I often skip breakfast. Maybe just once, for dinner if that happens to be my only meal. Somehow, I also know that the lord hears my short prayer and will answer it.

Funeral

My granddad's funeral was held in Nirvana Memorial Park. The company is worth writting a book on. In a nutshell, a listed company specialising in the 'Funeral' Industry.

To begin with, Nirvana Memorial Park building is a large building - or a large funeral parlour - with plush interior. Almost everyone, if not all, who walked into the reception thought that they have initially go into the wrong place. The notion that a funeral parlour was like a hotel is still quite puzzling to me. They have many rooms in it, like a five star hotel, to conduct many funeral services. Think of it as a FIVE STAR HOTEL for the dead. And yes, they cater to buddhist, taoist, christian...etc. Yeah, you got the picture. Personally, (at least on surface), Nirvana may be a good company to invest in. I don' t think their business model will ever change or need a change for that matter. The system is set.

My granddad's funeral was conducted in a typical buddhist manner. Monks were doing the ritual everynight until the morning that he is buried. All the sons, daughters, grandson, granddaughters and all their spouses are required to join in.

Spiritually, they were doing something. Obviously with joss-sticks, chants, kneeling and bowing, some spiritual exchange was taking place. Although some may disagree with me, I stick to my case. If not, then why do we need the monks chanting, why the joss-stick...etc Out of respect for my granddad and also to my father and all the rest of my family, I joined in the ritual at first. It was not easy and I felt uncomfortable, because I only want to worship Christ - spiritually. After the first 'session; I stopped joining the ritual. This caused a lot of hushed murmur amongst the family. Later in that night, I also had a big arguement with my brother, whom I have not fought with since our childhood days over toys. The arguement probably lasted 2 days.

(The peace of God has never left me, even when im doing the rituals because I focused on the Lord. However, I felt relief after I've stopped but I felt so left out.)

But it would seems EVERYONE is looking at me differently. In a chinese family gathering at such a situation, the pressure is silently deafening.

On the social aspect what could I do? What should I do? What should i not do?

I prayed. I felt like I've prayed so much in those few days, everytime they have the ritual, I pray. and I thank God that ppl around me was talking about my 'difference'. I prayed that the difference would not be a stumbling block - like an anti-social - religion, not wanting to touch or participate in family matters. I prayed and I thank God that I was able to witness for Him. I told him I needed his help because it was difficult to want to please Him first and at the same time draw my family to Him. I prayed for the Lord to have mercy on my family and to protect them. I prayed for my dad, for the Lord to comfort his grief.

God's peace which surpasses all understanding came. During those days, my relatives start to talk about God. "why do you christians don't ......" " why christians only pray to your god.... " I silently thank the Lord, because such questions are, to me, crucial in the progress to know our true and living God. God has used my 'difference' for his glory. I was rejoicing when I discover that.

I also began to see that many of the 'rituals' are really expressions of love for one another. This things are passed down and over time has become now a (spi)'ritual'. The bowing to each other (chinese men don't hug, but we bow). The need for the ritual in the first place (because the intention is to have our love ones to rest in peace). The gathering of family at such a time and spend a whole week mostly sitting down together (with almost nothing to do, really is time for us to catch up, talk about the family/clan and take time to appreciate our relationships and grieve for my granddad).

"... and the greatest of this is Love"

That was the verse that the Lord imparted upon my heart on the 3rd day. At that moment, a certain burden was lifted off my chest. I had a clearer picture of God's intention for me in that particular place.

On the last day, my mom asked if I would join them in the burial ceremony. I agreed without hesitation because I know this would mean so much to them, especially my Dad. Especially my Dad, who is silently suffering at this time. This time it was my brother whom I have had a big fight with who spoke up, very caringly, " kor, if you cannot, it's okay don't do it." During the funeral where we have to have our palms closed and 'pai', my brother whispered the same words to me again. Imagine that!

".. and the greatest of this is Love" !

Praise God who makes all things possible. He has turned the whole situation around. (From a hushed tensioned situation between me and my family) to a good time with my family that day.

A sad day for my family

It was at about 7am, our baggages were checked in when my brother got the call from his friend, who just happen to by at my house collecting some stuff he left over.

5 minutes later, still stunned at the air port, our entire family cancelled our flight to hong kong, the family holiday that we have planned earlier, and headed home.

It is confirmed, at 720am, 7 Sept 2004, my granddad at age of 91, has passed on from this world.

The funeral rituals took on the whole week from Tuesday to Friday, taking the traditions of a buddhist burial. I would write more on the funeral rituals later, as they have really taught me a lot more about life itself. On Friday, at about 10am. My granddad was buried at Nirvana Park at Semenyih, Selangor, Malaysia.

My granddad lived a good 91 years. He was a strong man. Quit Smoking at about 75 (or thereabouts) after smoking since in his 20s. So to those who think they can't quit. Yes, you can! He was among the immigrants of Chinese that came from China to Klang Valley during the early turn of the last century. Really, part of society that shape our lives here in KL.

While he was alive, he was really quite hard to please. Mainly due to miscommunication because he was very deaf :) Nowadays, I missed him just sitting here in the living room watching TV. 'Shouting' (because to him, he was probably just talking) about this and that on household chores. At 91, he still water the plants everyday, get the mail... The little things that imprints the biggest impression of him to me for the rest of my life.

So, memory of him lives on. It's amazing, a man, at the appointed time returns to the maker. Death as a concept... as puzzling as life itself.

im off for a break!

yay! im off to a family trip for the next couple of days. My family and I are heading to Hong Kong for a super overdued family holiday.

I'm really looking forward to it, esp spending a solid few days with my brother before he heads to UK to further his studies.

Somehow, it feels as if this is the only time I get to spend with him for a long time to come.

think

I think we ought to be responsible for what we learn.. even from our own church too. Process it. Think it through. Ask the question: why? Check it with the word of God. Pray. If it is good, internalize it and let it build us up.

I'm quite saddened sometimes to talk to people accept all things being told to them, esp in my church. (I'm not dissing my church) I believe we should at the least give a quick thought to what we are feeding our mind. Take for example this:-

One of the biggest joke about humility is this: if you say you're humble then you're not. I have heard this joke a couple times in church.

Really?

What a warp sense of truth.

Number 12:3 Now the man Moses was very humble, more so than any man on the face of the earth.

Except that Moses was himself the author of the first 5 books of the bible. And if u read number 12, moses is really telling the story of how the Lord helped him in a power struggle situation. Telling the story of how humble he is. (can you stand a guy telling you a story about how he won because he was so so so so so great? we have Moses here... think about it.)

being a Man pt 1

It is unusual for 2 guys to be able to site down and talk about their ideas, passions, heartaches and fear. Even more so, for 2 guys to talk until dawn about such things. Last night was such a night where I'm blessed to hear the heart cry of a brother.

We talked about so many things but the more we talked, the more I was awed by the mighty mighty things the Lord had done and is still doing to our lives. The topic of our conversation cicled around the book - wild at heart - it's a book about being a MAN.

Now, I haven't read that book yet but I have a feeling now I'm gonna enjoy reading. My friend, Lionel was sharing so much from the book that, I pretty much have a good summary of it now

I can't remember how we started talk about it but recent happenings like finding out that a few of my buddies - those i know from high school times - are in homosexual relationships. The reflection on my own relationship with my father, with my gf... etc has lead me to ponder upon that questions for many nights. I ask myself what is a REAL MAN - god's prespective.

It proved to be a difficult thing to answer these days. "Where have all the real man gone?" (don't u often hear that in Oprah show?)

On magazines, real men knows what to do in bed. 10 steps to get her coming for more.... and more.... real men are hunks- big lean sex machines! (yeah we all love to think that we are) and depending on magazines, some say guys should be the senstivie new age guy who is sensitive to your every needs(that means good sex, good pampering after that and good food too), or that metro-guy who knows how to take care of their looks and stuff -- really i can't remember the spelling. How about the rockstar guy, messy, don't gives a shit but so damn enigmatic. Chick digs him.

If you ain't got the MOJO - you ain't have it going dude.

And what about the church thinks real man are? do they smoke? do they swear? do they drink? do they pretend not to check out the really hot chicks with legs to heaven that just walk past them? do they come for all the prayer meets? are they sensible at all times, polite and soft-spoken? are these the qualities of a real man? are these the values of real men? Are church producing mere - Nice boys or REAL men?

busy busy week

I haven't got much time to put a new post in my blog. However, I thought that if I don't do it, my interest will just eventually fizzle out. Die a natural death.

There was a couple of good 'blog' incident last week, im gonna jot them down here so that the lessons leaves an imprint in my mind.

Olympics. I haven't got much time to watch the games but when I do, I admire the athelets body. Great Bods there man! I don't just mean the beach volley ball girls.... I mean all of the atheletes, their entire body is tune, mould to perform a specific task. Compare that to the models I see on cover pages or the next hot chick on MTV or that hunky guy that my gf is drooling over....

Just reminds me how the media has been able to skewed my perception of what a 'good body' is. It's a good reminder that God has given us able bodies to do amazing thing.



I played in the worship team for a prayer rally to celebrate our nation's independence days. 31st August. Malaysia's 47. Man it was awesome. God ministered powerfully to me during the rally. I felt that I should spend more time praying for my own country. After the rally, the team went on a food rampage -- cause our worship leader bought us dinner! 7 of us finished food intended for 12. hahaha! :P it was great fun because there was plenty of food and laughter to go around the able. (actually we could do with more food.... but that'll be another story)


Principles. After writing and thinking about principles, I am beginning to sense a change in how I approach people. I am usually/often/almost always too eager to jump on the behavioural part of things-- eg. don't do that... I gotta do more of.....
Now, I understand that ppl do certain actions because of an inner principles. Also, I am beginning to learn that I can't change ppl, I can only try influencing. So instead of jumping the gun and say don't do it.. I ask, 'why' questions. Praise God. Allow me to understand so much more about the people around me and myself.

Running

I think July and August must have been some of the toughest month I've been through this year. Work was tough. Ministry work was more taxing. Liping's mom was hospitalized. Something seems to be happening everyday.

So, I guess it's understandable that I may feel a little down on some days. Today, for some reason, is one of 'those'.

I feel as though, the challenges and changes never ends. I wished I had taken the path more often travelled so that things look more... stable? I wished I had simple solutions to do to solve the problems I am facing, I wish, I wish.... (when you wish upon the star..... ) I scream ," why is life so difficult?!"

I'm sure the reader of this have gone through your own fare share of bad time.

For me however, when things look so gloom, all I can do is hang on to His promises. Rather, all I can do is almost hang on to His promises and pray that His promises hangs on to me.

Consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds. Because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that yuo may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

Some part of me screams: 'yeah right!', the rest simply echoes with fear and confusion inside my little head. Doubts cloud my thoughts and my heart simmers with anxiety.

Somehow somewhere, deep inside, a little tiny whinny voice, with such authority, such clarity tells me to hang on. It's not even a word. When that voice is squeezed between thoughts of doubts I calm down just enough to remember the great and mighty things that He has done in my life.

I remember the first day when I believed in Him. That same still silence voice. Sweetness.

Yesterday, I was praying and memorizing scriptures and praying in tonguse while I'm running. The holy spirit just came and filled me. I wanted to give up so many times because really, my stamina is really bad... but the spirit just kept me on. Somehow my run yesterday felt like a spiritual journey, (elaborating it will take another hour for me to blog), but as i prayed and pressed on. On my 30th minute, a certain burden just lifted and I cruised on with the spirit to finish of my run. I felt great. I felt the sense of fufilment that comes from the joy when I overcome with the help of the Lord's strength. I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me.

To me, that was a valuable lesson. Life is like the run. The journey. The destination. To run the good race and keep pressing on. And through it all, surely, He is with us always.

awesome worship

I had an awesome time of worship in church yesterday during the second celebration.

I think it all started on stage when elliot, our drummer started grooving. (Technically, it really started way before in the prayers and all... ) It was like BOOM. our bass man Ian follow suit. I looked at elliot at this point and saw that indiscribably smile/joy on his face. He was just banging away, the bass was slapping. Steve on 2nd keys was practically standing up and dancing while Evelyn was out of smilling from ear to ear....

He was just breath-taking/

.... the rest of the worship felt like I was being swept off my feet by awe in his presence, the excitement of what he is going to do, the joy that he is dancing with us. All at the same time.

the Lord's presences was so strong to me on stage that I was shouting and cheering.... even in the slow songs! the music was just too loud on stage for anyone to hear me, which was great cause I could cheer for my Lord at the top of my voice!

PRAISE HIM! YEAH!

His presence was so strong, I'm still feeling the resonance today!

We usually have a time of sharing after we play on stage. During that time... the joy of the Lord just allowed each one of us to talk freely. We laughed so so much at each other's joke that my stomach ache! and at the same time cried for those who are going through tough times.

all praise and glory to our lord jesus christ.

eat my words

Pr. 18.21 The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it wil eat its fruit.

I haven't really gave a serious thought about this verse. I took it that we have to watch our words because it bear consequences if we say the wrong things to the wrong ppl at the wrong time.

However Pastor Jean Lim took it to a new level for me. She reminded me that it is our Lord Jesus who is in control of everything. So why say things like , 'surely I am not going to (fill in your own blanks here)' when it's in God's control and not man. Why say it at all because

Our words have the power of life and death......

Indeed. Spiritually we see how we use our lips to praise, to chant, to curse, to pray, to speak in tongues. In the world, we see and/or hear a lot on positive self-talk, your inner conversation- out of the abundance of your heart, your lips speaks. what are we saying to ourselves? to others? do I use the word: challenging or difficult? do I say, I can or I can't ; I need or I want .... Is our words shaping us? or are we shaping our words?

..... and those who love it wil eat its fruit

whether you think you can or can't. you are right. (henry ford)

I am not sure what it means by those who love it - love the words or love to talk? however one thing is sure, we eat it's fruit - the good the bad and the works. I wonder (and fear) about the words I choose to use. Am I bringing life or death?

Pr 18.20 From the fruit of his mouth a man's stomach is filled; with the harvest from his lips he is satisfied

oprah

I have gathered my courage.

Swallowed my pride.

Endured my gf's 'grin' (i don't know what she means when she smiles like that)

and i will say it now on public domain!!!

I love OPRAH WINFREY show!

that's a load of shit!

I had thought that today would be a tough day. I have like a zillion things to do and everything's due yesterday. Sounds familiar already?

However, after my first cup of Neslo - Nescafe Coffee + Milo... things seems much more manageable. Nothing like the first cup in the morning! I can feel that little buzz in my head.

Praise God when Noel decided to buy me lunch at Ganna Curry house. The bananna leaf rice there, some say it's the best in PJ, is great. (gosh do i hear a lot of disagreements already?) Yes food does wonders and by lunch, im pretty happy handling all the stuff that's thrown my way and all around me.

However, in line with every visit to good curry houses.....what goes in must comes out....

inevitably, sooner or later.

at about... no exactly 4:10.11 pm afternoon according to my pc time.... i had to go.. to do the big one. to sit on the throne. to bomb. to go boldly where no man has gone before...

A new experience EVERYtime. Indeed

13 minutes later..... i think i feel 2 kg lighter. I think I left 2 kg back in there. no i don't want to go into the toilet right now. yes, ive flushed twiced, in case there's left overs. i am sure there's no floaters nor submarines. there is none, and i am absolutely sure, none stuck at the bottom too. yes i checked. yes, toilet seat's up. yes i managed the splashes pretty well.... sorry what? my hands? what about my hands?.....

erm yeah.. i rinsed it. I mean..er... I washed it... with soap. wanna smell?

there must me a whole load of shit produced around the world each day...

6 billion ppl x 0. 2kg (say on average.. yes i know, on some days im 10times the average man). = 1.2billion kg of shit produced daily on planet earth!

woohoo... maybe thats the real cause of global warming. we're still feeling the 'warmth of the freshly baked cake'