i normally don't endorse forwarded emails, but this one really struck me:

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

  Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How God could let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'

 

In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.

 

Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

 

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.

 

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

 

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'

 

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

 

Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.

 

Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

 

Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

 

Are you laughing yet?

 

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.

 

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

 

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not then just discard it... no one will know you did (Noone but God that is). But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in. because we asked for it, we got it!

 

Jesus said in John 14.13
And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do,

 

If you asked God to get out of your life, He is just doing what you asked! 

Things That Go Bump In The Night

yesterday night around 3am i was awoken by a series of thumps and furniture creaking noises.

i hear these almost every night and i bought the cheesy scientific explanation that it was movement caused by the expansion and contraction of objects - but i'm not so sure.

the creaking was louder than usual and the thumps were distinct. i lay awake, thinking that it might be my mother doing housework (she does housework at weird times anyway).

it was then i heard my mother open her bedroom door, switch on the hall lights and come into my room and ask why i was moving around and thumping stuff in the middle of the night.

i almost pooped my pants - i kid you not.

she concluded that it was me and told me to sleep.

about 10-15 minutes later, the thumping started again and i head them getting closer.

then there was a THUMP on my door.

i was scared poopless.

i finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep sometime around 4am after feverishly praying.

what on earth..?

i've realised - sometimes knowing someone for a long time doesn't mean he/she is one's friend.

the world is painfully simple, yet devastatingly tempremental.

sometimes we think people may be there for us forever - friends, good friends and whatnot - but they just fade away some years or even months down the road..

.. just as if both paths had never crossed.

when one sits down and thinks - one realises that the world -is- that disappointing.

In times of giddy exhilaration derived from the lack of sleep or the influence of alcohol, we attain some semblance of super-awareness that enables one to make certain choices and think about certain things that would otherwise be hidden.

such choices and thoughts may more often than not be undesirable if made based on the influence of alcohol, but if made under the influence of extreme exhaustion, one is able to think clearer - albiet in a strange sense of clarity, like how one might see the world differently through lenses that are of different sizes.

I have not slept since 9pm on the 20th of November. 

it is 1.58am on the 22nd of November now.

this pretty much sums up my situation.

Rumble of Thunder.

the Technomancer, the Foodsmith and the Jester walked hurriedly through the darkess.

a storm was brewing. the skies were cloudy and the moon hardly shone through.

the rumble of thunder resonated through the world, and the Technomancer and the Foodsmith shuddered at the sound. the Jester glanced worriedly at the duo.

the storm was fast approaching.

they ran to a nearby chariot-stop and hailed a chariot containing several other villagers going about their business. they boarded the chariot and stood in an empty space, looking nervously out the holes in the chariot walls paved with glass.

the rumble echoed once again, and the very force of it shook the Technomancer. his teeth chattered and his body shook as he feared the very coming of the storm. 

a fierce wind broke, and the Technomancer saw the Foodsmith move back, avoiding the wind that could weaken his resolve.

the Foodsmith, too, feared the storm.

the Jester moved away from the burst of air, and muttered a silent prayer. the impending storm was nearly upon them - the Jester did not want to be ensnared by the force of nature.

the Jester then abandoned the chariot, seeking his own means of travel several minutes later.

the Foodsmith made a noise, and doubled over. the sheer power of nature had already eaten away at his consciousness, and he was weak - the Technomancer felt his pain as a jolt of pain hit him like a sledgehammer.

the chariot pulled to a stop near their abodes, and the Technomancer and Foodsmith leapt out.

they waved farewell as each ran to their dwellings.

the Technomancer felt the trembling of the earth as he entered his construct - a strange pulley system that brought the ground from beneath him up, up and away to his abode many tens of feet into the air. he then muttered the silent lock-spell to unbolt the gates of his dwelling, and entered.

the storm raged now, faster than ever, and the Technomancer ran for his life before the storm hit. his nerves pulsated and the very world seem to spin and shrink as the strain in his body doubled. the storm was clearly upon him.

the Technomancer ran to the Relief-room, where he threw his equipment and weapons to the floor, and sat upon his Throne..

and the storm hit.

a furious maelstrom ripped through, and the entire relief room was filled with thunder, hail and smoke. the Technomancer's head spun and he cringed as his very skin cried out to be relieved from this terror...

and the meteor struck.

a tremendous, terrible sound filled the area and the natives cowered in fear, holding their breaths..

and all was still.

the storm had passed.

the Technomancer heaved a sigh of relief and re-equipped himself with his armour.

yet another small victory for the poor, lonely soul.

M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E~

just when you thought transformers couldn't get any more awesome:

PRESENTING: OPTIMOUSE PRIME!

credits: www.tfw2005.com

i want this.

a lot.

i bathed and shat and shaved my face..

in 3 minutes flat.

scrubbed and shampooed and pooped and cleaned up and applied shaving cream and shaved and washed it all off..

from 1:12 am to 1:15 am INCLUDING drying off.

i am a champion.

Dirty Dirty.

some view handkerchiefs as a tool of self-cleansing - it wipes stains away and is percieved to generally improve one's personal hygiene. 

allow me to suggest a handkerchief is, in fact, one of the WORST things to happen to the wonderful squeaky clean world of personal hygiene.

this morning, i saw a little boy enter the lift with his grandma who was bringing him to school (i see him almost every other day).

he had evidently just cried as his eyes were red and he had a donkey-like long face and was sniffing like a starved mongrel. (he's rather cute when he's NOT crying.)

so he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and blew his nose.. and then folded it in half and wiped his face.

and then put it back into his pocket.

i was mortified.

just imagine: he won't wash it for the entire day and obviously, even if he did, would not have the proper way or means to dry it in order for re-use (i've been told that isnt necessary for a good handkerchief).

i've seen people cough and spit their phlegm into their handkerchiefs too.

if one uses a handkerchief, he would essentially be wiping his face for the entire day with the accumulated grime, dirt, perspiration, saliva, mucus, phlegm, blood, tears and assorted gravies and sauces throughout the day.

who on earth would want to do that?!

i'm still mortified. handkerchiefs are sick.

“Critics who treat "adult" as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adults themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence...."

  — C. S. Lewis, On Three Ways of Writing for Children