Kicking On One String!

"You don't win silver, you lose gold". That was a quote that Nike came up as their product slogan in the 1970s. Soon after that, Nike was fired by several lawsuits from some ex-Olympic silver and bronze winners. If some of you still quite haven get the quote, it simply means

You are a……

So no one told you that life was gonna be this way

The last time I told a girl that I liked her, she ruffled my hair back in return while replying “you’re so cute and funny” later quickly turned away and disappeared without a trace. Now how many boys out there will do me justice, well girl! I didn’t ask you whether I was cute, I have a mirror at home and I knew very well that I’m a hottie even with a 35 inch waist! Being 17 is so much fun I don’t mind living it again.

And being a loser, don’t really have to be that bad if you would only learn the fact that in life------ there never was any winner. Biblically I’ll tell you that “all have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God”. But if you’re an unbeliever that doesn’t care, well screw you, if you’re such a winner you wouldn’t be spending time reading my blog and leave me dirty comments. Gentlemen, we are engraved in a society today where such is the mentality of men that if you achieve, you live, and when you don’t, you die. In because of that, we are jeopardized by competitions, petrified to fail. We made ourselves very miserable people, we with our so called progression of civilisation has made our generation a bunch of paranoid freak that would practice bungy jumping off the building without safety robe just because they encounter failures.

(If you’re scratching your head wondering what that means, it means committing suicide lah)

Folks, does it have to be that hard?

No it doesn’t. A violinist was having a concert along with his orchestra once. And while about to play one his music pieces, one of his violin string broke. With 3 strings left, he continued playing only to find a while later, another string broke. And before he knew it, and before he could think, his third string broke again. The orchestra stopped. The audience were shocked, but that damn cool violinist, lifted his heavy legs marched forward to the microphone and said “This is me, this is my music, and I will play with one string.” Upon that, he finished his piece of music playing on with one string……

In life gentlemen, our strings might not always be there. Sometimes they are loosen, sometimes they are broken, but if you would take away the loser mentality, the scared stiff of failures mindset, the perception that no man gets to the end of the day if he meets tough times.

You can be a....

Therefore my Brethren, let’s us together learn how to kick ass even when there’s only one string left on our broken violins.

As the end of the year is cruising our way, I wish you all a fruitful year. This I say to my peers that is going through exams as I myself is and to those that have your own life to live. I will try to update my blog if time allows but be sure to have a short period of hiatus. With that God bless you all richly.

ICHIBAN!

I've always been a maniac of Friends, having watched all 10 season, this is one of my favourite clip in one of the episodes in the last season. Ichiban, lipstick for men~~

Dominoes, you know you want it

Once you clicked play, you'll not be able to stop watching until the end. It took me 6 minutes to finish watching the clip, but it probably took Tim a year to set up those dominoes!




Video clip courtesy from

I'm no blogger

I’m not a blogger, I’m a writer. But then why the heck are you blogging? No one wants to publish my book mah! That’s because you are not good enough loh! Outside there got 6.5 billion more people, of course I am not good enough lah! Then you are lousy writer! Yalor, lousy writer, but still not a blogger….

You say like that you think you very ke si ah, outside got how many tons of blogger, trying to offend them all meh you? No lah, blogging is good, but that’s just not where my interest fall mah. Outside got some very professional punya blogger, very humorous and interesting one but sorry loh I’m not leh….

Blogger blog about anything under the sun mah, me not good at telling my daily life stories, I only like literature nia. Eh, you know got one certified phobia out there is call phobia of poetry you know? Yah Meh? No wonder all the gals avoid me!

I read my first novel towards the end of the year as a 12 year old. I bummed into it at a comic rental shop from which my knowledge of Doraemon came from. Before I knew it, I was addicted to Chinese novels, mainly those related to traditional martial arts, kung-fu fighting of swordsmen and flying dagger all alike written by two of the legendary authors Gu long and Jin Yong from which many of their stories were made into Cantonese dramas. Having read mostly all the novels they had written in the next two years, I learned to appreciate the minds and talents behind those writers. Or should I say every writer.

Following on, I also shifted to reading English material and felt an ardent passion to the language. In a matter of time, I totally forgotten Chinese novels and try as much to understand Shakespeare, Frost, Somerset and Hemingway. As much as I appreciated literature, I also took the initiative to make writing a past time, constantly trying to produce good literary pieces, although most of them, never were any good after all.
=)

But I wasn’t any particular; it’s just something I do that makes me happy.

I love literature as much as a rocker loves music, a painter loves art or a person being in a state of infatuation. Being able to read, cherish or write those beautiful lines compact with wisdom, thoughts and philosophy really thrills me. Shakespeare would call this experience similar to sipping good wine while Leonardo Da Vinci would call it portraying a miracle and me, I would just call it having very good sex. Which I never had. But never mind, it’s just an expression after all. My point here is……. I have no idea. Perhaps you might have but don’t pull me in…~~~

ABC Christianity

I have to say that this is very good....... although it wasn't me who wrote it at all

A lthough things are not perfect,
B ecause of trial or pain.
C ontinue in thanksgiving,
D o not begin to blame.
E ven when the times are hard.
F ierce winds are bound to blow,
G od is forever able,
H old on to what you know.
I magine life without His love,
J oy would cease to be.
K eep thanking Him for all the things,
L ove imparts to thee.
M ove out of "Camp Complaining",
N o weapon that is known.
O n earth can yield the power,
P raise can do alone.
Q uit looking at the future,
R edeem the time at hand.
S tart every day with worship,
T o "thank" is a command.
U ntil we see Him coming,
V ictorious in the sky.
W e'll run the race with gratitude,
X alting God most high.
Y es, there will be good times and yes some will be bad, but....
Z ion waits in glory... where none is ever sad!

love.2loop.com

I was trying out http://www.love.2loop.com/ , a joke site that helps me write my own "love story" by keying in some words that they required. After having filled the words (nouns, adjectives) in, this is what I got......



One lovely summer day at Geylang you see the most tiny little creature you have ever seen. Her name is Delilah , and every move she makes just turns you on more and more. You nudge your best friend Brad Pitt and say, "Wow, that has to be the most beautiful body I have ever seen." Suddenly,she looks in your direction and starts walking right towards you!!!she says, "I noticed you staring at me from over there. I just had to tell you, that I think you are so sexy , and was wondering if you'd like to go to Sungai Apong Family park with me and burn stuffs ?" With a stupid smile on your face you say, "this morning i saw a flower and thought it was the most beautiful thing until I gazed upon you " and go with them. When you finally get to Sungai Apong Family park ,she moves closer to you, and gives you the biggest kiss ever. The two of you are passionately kissing, when you feel a dildo hit you on the back of the head. You open your eyes to find out it's all a dream, but there is a note left next to your bed.

It reads:

Delilah is the love you've been waiting your whole life for.

she will ask you out in 458408543 days or less, but only if you send this e-mail to at least 10 people within the next few minutes. The more people you send it to, the sooner they will ask you out, and you both fall in love. Do not take this lightly, because if you simply ignore this, you will have bad luck in love for the next 458408543 years!"

I have to wait 458408543 days even if I sent this e-mail to 10 people?!!! WhAt ThE HeCk****!

Just for laughs

I admire our Prime Minister so much I'm turning blue

My Reason To Write

Finding joy in expressing and delivering oneself in writing is an intellectual pursuit that requires fore mostly patience, thoughts, imagination and creativity. In this I say because for many writers, inspirations do not fall like manna from heaven. Where else they come in bits and pieces. Where we will jot down and put them together similarly to arranging a jigsaw puzzle. And in order to produce good literary pieces, it comes harder because if one is not inspired, scribbling a single word on a piece of paper would seem to be the hardest thing to do. Though in today’s society, due to the various alternatives to deliver messages, arts and entertainments through the digital media, writing may not be the most popular form of art where many show undivided interest in. (it never was anyway). But judging from the track of history itself, it is in debatable, that it was through words and languages that civilization began, and in the same matter, it will go on.

I see writing as a favorite past time. It’s a thing I do to enhance my mind while making self-discovery, exploring potentials and sharpens analytical skills. I believe these are time well spent, just as many other hobbies would do. Although many have the perception of "what is the point to write when no one else is reading". Well, I’ve seen some people playing UNO STACKO on their own. While others enjoy masturbation, what say you? Ladies and Gentlemen, This is the Daily Blog. =)

Cheap Grace

Disclaims: This is an article especially devoted to my fellow Christian friends. As it mean a lot to me, the passage will be slightly longer than usual. It has nothing to do with any literature pursuit. It is absolutely personal. If your country does not allow you to view such articles or you are a very sensitive person, please do not read on. Thank you.


If you are to scroll down my blog, you would find a link that is addressed to New Creation Church. A church that is located in Singapore. Looking back, it has been four years now that I have been listening to tapes of sermon preached by pastor Joseph Prince, also the senior pastor of that church. I have to say that the sermons had been food to my spiritual life and it had indeed blessed me a lot. Not to mention the countless enlightenment of many truths and revelation. And all praise be to God for an anointed preacher like Pastor Prince.

My full Name is Andrew Ho Yong Zhou, I am a very simple 17 year old Chinese boy as of 2006 that comes with no impressive background, no reputation and is never too worried of what and how people would think of me. Before I continue on, I have to address to you that in the city where I live in, many people has the perception that what Pastor Joseph prince preaches is less accurate than the truth, and some to the extend of calling it cultic. As a result of my passion, I never did stop feeding from Pastor Prince’s sermon, and also because of that, at the age of 13, I was called in to be counseled by my former pastor. That was the first time I learned the vocabulary “counseling”, and that was also one of the worst experience in my life. As a very fragile young boy, I never expect to meet with such circumstances. It was a thing that caused me to be very grief and bitter for a long time. Even until the present day. My heart felt even lighter when I see my own brother lying on the death bed of Timberland as due to Kidney Failure in comparison to it (he didn't die in the end lah,and that's also becuz of da grace of God and I really luv my elder brother very much). To sum up, trying to hide my tapes and think twice before talking to anyone in a church enviroment,having others think that I was weird and kept many things to myself was just a very difficult season. And that did not cease after a moment. The rest of the journey was long. So much so I neither like to describe in detail nor elaborate to it.

And beyond all that, I thought I could just lay it down after this while and keep it in my chamber of memories, locking it up and never let those unpleasant experiences see daylight again. I have decide to move on into a new phase of my life until recently I was again, told by someone, of what I believed in as cheap grace. And one telling me that sermons from Joseph Prince are teaching people to sin. It comes along with the illustration that sounds like this “You know that guy talk about grace and grace. It’s like telling you that if you kill a person today, God will forgive you, and then tomorrow knowing that God has forgiven you, you will kill again”. To sum up, he was saying that this grace of God that I believe, permits, promotes, and give license to sin.

I am not a person that like to argue with people. Because I know when I do, I make a fool out of you and myself. My question is, how long will it take for people to let me go, and stop making me feel bad just because I listen to sermons from a certain preacher. My defend is, why is it that Christians that I know so much love to approach me like pagans and ask from me “should we sin more that grace may abound”? (Romans 3:5). My uphold is that I believe what the bible says, and the bible tells me as in Romans 2:4 that it is "the goodness of God that leads you (and that includes me so as all men in context) to repentance". My belief is simple, I believe for the GRACE of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in the present age, looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ. (Titus 2:11-13). Perhaps writing this passage is not the most brilliant idea that I could have thought of. But I am only 17, and that’s what I have to say as a 17 year old teenager. I do not write here in order to preach a sermon between law and grace. I write here to tell you, that I love you very much. And if you will, learn to love me too. Interpret and judge this piece of article as you please.

This is still the Daily Blog...

Life Is Too Short To Drink Cheap Wine

I learn to precious the little seconds that tickle pass by time, I learn to treat myself well, just like a service you would get in a luxurious hotel. I also learn to steal time from all due business of the day just to breath the breathe of relaxation. Nay, I learn to cheer myself up in the hardest hour in time, I learn to enjoy my own company when I'm alone,wherelse while in the midst of people, I enjoy theirs'. I learn to make myself smile through the laughs I deliver to others, I learn to give myself the best while others just the same. I learn to enjoy life, because I know, that life is too short to drink cheap wine...

I learn to write what I have in heart, lest I soon forget them and let those precious words lost themselves in time, just like a song in the night. I learn to love others as much as I do to myself, because it makes me happy, when you are happy. And I don't really do it for you, I do it for who I am. I learn to pull a smile on my face with four fingers from both hands when I fail. Even if it happen to be really bad, even if both those that care for me and those who doesn't thinks that I am really going down the drain, I will learn to sing the song that the old singer sometime ago used to sing- I'm singing in the rain. I do all these because I realise, that life is too short to drink cheap wine...

I learn to watch the tenses when I write, not to put what is in the present in the past and not to put what is past present. And never put the far away future too present, I learn to live today as today, tomorrow as tommorrow and the day after tommorow as that day. I learn not to dwell in a pity party, like a saddy feris wheel that turns around thus meets no end. I learn to twist my way out of the crooked path of lies which blured my vision as a man and lead me to trespasses. I don't do things not because I don't like them, I don't do things because they are wrong. I learn all these because I know, that life is too short to drink cheap wine...

I learn never to look down on myself, even when I know I am not as pretty I will tell myself I am. I will hold up the little integrity that I have and spare unnecessary principals for the greater good. I don't do it to earn a little name, a little fame or a little praise from those who see my deeds. I do it because it is the right thing. And it makes me happy to do so. I learn to say no just as much as I learn to accept. I learn that life will not be forever, so I learn to spend all time that I have and make use of it to gain the very most out of life itself. For I understand, that life is too short to drink cheap wine...