lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
-9:28 pm
I am currently locked out of my room. Just because I forgot the door stopper and the wind slammed the door shut. And locked it too. What more- I left my room key IN MY ROOM. Boo. What a silly mistake.
I originally planned to do integration practice and then have tawg but I guess I'll have to wait until my dad comes home and digs out the elusively hidden room keys. Maybe I'll get to have supper though, nice yummy fried fish soup with seaweed. Mmm...
Hence, I shall blog. About random things I've been thinking about.
The scent of rain.
Have you ever wondered why during the period of time before a shower or storm, there will always be a certain smell, or warning fragrance as I like to call it, which seems to hang heavily in the air like the overcast rain clouds brooding in the dark sky? I find the scent mysteriously refreshing, yet have no idea how it came about. Is it the smell of water vapour in the 100% humidity when the air has reached saturation point? In that case, why doesn't the sea smell the same? Or the bathroom after a steamy warm bath? Or when the kettle boils and whistles? It'll always be one of the whimsical mysteries of nature, but I'll always enjoy the scent of rain.
Ever the enterprising me (ah the government would be proud of me heeding their call to be innovative and have a spirit of entreprenuership), I have half the mind to market it as a unique fragrance for women.
I was just jogging downstairs a while ago and noticed this cool looking dude in an oversized black t-shirt and baggy hip-hop style jeans, with a fashionably shaven head and branded sling bag, mastering the signature stride of the high-class rebel. I thought he looked pretty good. He must be some guy my age with a wicked sense of style. But then as I jogged closer face-on, I realised to my horror that he was some old uncle probably well into his fifties! Goodness gracious me. And to think that I actually thought he was cute. Argh. I was disgusted with myself. I wanted then to run in the opposite direction straight to the optician to get my eyes checked. Why on earth is an ah pek his age dressed like this?
I seriously think that people should dress their age and not try to be younger or older than they really are. It belies a sense of insecurity and low self-confidence. Age doesn't really matter. Your outward appearance may be elderly but like my grandma is, you can be young at heart. It's really your attitude and perspective towards life from which people can see how old you really are psychologically. I've seen enough old aunties dressed up like some hooker, showing lots of fleshy leg with fishnet stockings, a black see-through top and blood-red lipstick to last me a lifetime, thank you very much. I'll appreciate it if the ageing population would just dress their age, face up to the reality of AGEING and just accept that youth is not forever.
Why are people always trying to become someone they are not?
It's one of the paradoxes of life and anthropology. I guess identity crises are not always constrained to occur in mid-life and teen years. But then again, one may drift through many different identities throughout one's lifetime. This reminds me of a homosexuality talk we had once in the school hall during the weekly formal assembly. I was trying to hard to figure out whether the speaker was a male or a female. His/her hand movements and mannerisms reflected unrestrained femininity but the facial features were more manly. Hence, it became an amusing game for me to entertain myself during the long introduction and preparation for the presentation- Welcome to Guess the Sex! Is ___ a male? Or a female? Well, after a self-introduction, the name "Leslie" dispelled all mystery about the speaker's gender, to my disappointment. Apparently, he was once a tranvestite, living four years of his life as a woman. That just about explains it I guess.
I just don't get why people want to change sex and the whole concept of homosexuality. I know it's a taboo subject but I'm going to discuss it anyways. My stand is pretty clear: there's no such thing as a natural sexual orientation/ inclination towards the same sex. To me, it's all psychological and begins in the mind. God doesn't make mistakes. The whole problem with homosexuality is because Man decides that God does make mistakes, and he knows better than Him.
Don't you notice that whenever Man fiddles with nature, there'll always be unwanted side effects and complications?
My aunt, a nurse at a surgery, once told me that God has created our bodies to be to intricately beautiful, and like what my bio teacher would say, every organ down to each cell has highly specialised functions. Once the doctor removes the intestines during an operation or even just moves it around in the body cavity, things will never be the same again after the body is stitched up. Infections will arise, intestinal problems will plague the poor patient who will have no choice but to again rely on Man's pathetic efforts to try to restore the body back to its pristine and perfect condition, but it is highly impossible, because Man himself is imperfect.
All I have to say is: don't mess with nature. God has His ways and they are always higher than ours. Don't try to be a know-it-all smart-aleck and attempt to change things because once the delicate equilibrium is upset, the status quo will be extremely difficult to restore. Too many cooks spoil the broth but in this case, more than one cook can do big time damage to an already topsy-turvy world.
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blah said...
I agree with you on all topics of mention. I admit that I've had my thoughts of gender "tampered" with, but that is fading FAST ^^
And the fragrance of rain is very euphoric indeed. I actually can smell the coming of each new season. It's strange, but true. Wonder how you would capture those kinds of smells, then mass produce them? I'm sure if you could find out a way, you would be quite the entrepeneur for sure ^^
Praying for you and your exams!