Well, I saw this vid at my nephew's baptism. Ryan is hot :) I kinda cried the first time I saw it at Ryan's church ;P I saw a skit that was supposed to be this vid at last week's CF. Pretty damn good. I fought back the tears and they gave way. Hehe. Mae cried, I think. Dude, I havn't posted vids for a long time..
The guy acting as Jesus freaks me out..
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I am a Rabbit
I just realized that while children are dogs ... loyal and affectionate ... teenagers are cats. It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts its head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it.
Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging your doorstep, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry ... then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.
You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings. Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.
Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it and it runs away. Tell it to sit and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.
One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, "You've been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you." Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again.
Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging your doorstep, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry ... then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before.
You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings. Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave.
Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it and it runs away. Tell it to sit and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.
One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say, "You've been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you." Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Summer Nights.
I'm back :) Went for a party thrown for Kevin, Chuah and Tysern at Riana Green. Honestly, I thought they weren't gonna come after it got dark. Sorry lah :) Mae came after them. She was the only girl there :( See lah girls, never come teman Mae. I know what E-way's thinking. 'What did you all do to poor Mae'. HAHAHAHA.
Later, DJ's finest football players successfully smashed a lamp with a ball, by accident. DUH. Me and Eric were like running through the back whenever the security people were doing their rounds. Those dungus didn't even bother. Kevin and associates went to tesco to buy Anchor. Sorry I'm sober :DD
Eventually, the inevitable occured. A slightly more then dungu asked us to pack 'cos some people complained. He noticed the glass on the floor. Kitson and Weibin got their names written down by the dungu. He thought Kitson was crying. Stupid 50 bucks.
I went back with a smile on my face and a potato ball in my mouth. Did I mention Eric, Me, Kitson and Weibin made mash potato balls? More like Pn. Lee balls. Here's to my anchormen, truly anchormen in more ways than one.
It was a Nike by the way. The ball. Yeaa.
Conclusion: Nike is evil.
Later, DJ's finest football players successfully smashed a lamp with a ball, by accident. DUH. Me and Eric were like running through the back whenever the security people were doing their rounds. Those dungus didn't even bother. Kevin and associates went to tesco to buy Anchor. Sorry I'm sober :DD
Eventually, the inevitable occured. A slightly more then dungu asked us to pack 'cos some people complained. He noticed the glass on the floor. Kitson and Weibin got their names written down by the dungu. He thought Kitson was crying. Stupid 50 bucks.
I went back with a smile on my face and a potato ball in my mouth. Did I mention Eric, Me, Kitson and Weibin made mash potato balls? More like Pn. Lee balls. Here's to my anchormen, truly anchormen in more ways than one.
It was a Nike by the way. The ball. Yeaa.
Conclusion: Nike is evil.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Since you've been gone
Wowie :) It's been ages since my last post. So much has happened. Not that I can recall but yeahh. I've been banned from my com until todayy :DD For those wondering how DJ did in -15 for volleyball, we lost the first match. Eric's bros gonna train us. Next year we are gonna win. I feel so relaxed today. I don't have to friggin study anymore :) Cept' for next term.
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