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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Some random pics for the week.
I was bored in class so guess what i did?
The BEST DRINK ON EARTH
Played for church today. My beloved setup.joash lee at 9:29 PM
Holland Village
Strolling along the side of the pavement
It has to come to a halt
Someone wearing a helmet, and a lime green vest
points you in another direction
"Xiao di zhou na bian hor, zhe bian zho lo"
You sigh, bloody detour, freaking hungry.
You reach the destination
"CRYSTAL JADE"
You walk in and have your sumptuous la mian,
and you call for the bill.
What the fuck! GST and service charge makes up half the bill!
You curse and swear as you use your Citibank Credit Card.
You look at the receipt, they even charge you for the wet tissue.
You stop by Frolick and have a yoghurt.
Damn, this stuff's good. You have another one.
They give you badges for every purchase.
So much for saving the environment, you think.
The tummyache kicks in,
the la mian and yoghurt are at war in a highly acidic environment,
with a pH of 2, the enzymes kick in and try to stop the fight.
But the only resolution is the Golden Bowl.
So you flag a cab and stare at the metre.
Deja Vu. What the fuck! $3 for a start!
Damn it Uncle, you're making good money.
It used to be $2.50 for a flag down.
Used to be.
You take the cab home, the fastest route to your very own
Golden Bowl.
Uncle accelerates, breaks, accelerates, breaks.
"Uncle, ke yi zhou kuai yi dian mah? Wo du zi tong."
"Sorry ah xiao di! zhe bian jam, na bian jam, ta bai zho lo. Bo bian"
You curse and swear again,
why does everything have to be changing?
After a million years in the cab, you finally reach home
Taking out a fifty-dollar note, you give it to Uncle
"Bu yong zhao"
You're not expecting much change anyway.
Flush.
by Joash Lee
Strolling along the side of the pavement
It has to come to a halt
Someone wearing a helmet, and a lime green vest
points you in another direction
"Xiao di zhou na bian hor, zhe bian zho lo"
You sigh, bloody detour, freaking hungry.
You reach the destination
"CRYSTAL JADE"
You walk in and have your sumptuous la mian,
and you call for the bill.
What the fuck! GST and service charge makes up half the bill!
You curse and swear as you use your Citibank Credit Card.
You look at the receipt, they even charge you for the wet tissue.
You stop by Frolick and have a yoghurt.
Damn, this stuff's good. You have another one.
They give you badges for every purchase.
So much for saving the environment, you think.
The tummyache kicks in,
the la mian and yoghurt are at war in a highly acidic environment,
with a pH of 2, the enzymes kick in and try to stop the fight.
But the only resolution is the Golden Bowl.
So you flag a cab and stare at the metre.
Deja Vu. What the fuck! $3 for a start!
Damn it Uncle, you're making good money.
It used to be $2.50 for a flag down.
Used to be.
You take the cab home, the fastest route to your very own
Golden Bowl.
Uncle accelerates, breaks, accelerates, breaks.
"Uncle, ke yi zhou kuai yi dian mah? Wo du zi tong."
"Sorry ah xiao di! zhe bian jam, na bian jam, ta bai zho lo. Bo bian"
You curse and swear again,
why does everything have to be changing?
After a million years in the cab, you finally reach home
Taking out a fifty-dollar note, you give it to Uncle
"Bu yong zhao"
You're not expecting much change anyway.
Flush.
by Joash Lee
joash lee at 8:16 PM
This feeling sucks man. If you want to know what it is just ask me personally. Damn. I keep falling for it, like some stupid pit that moves ahead of me everywhere i go. Why can't it slow down for once and just fill itself up? Now, wouldn't that be great? Anyway i just realised i haven't really blogged in a long time. It's always songs and more songs(mostly Maroon 5). Haha.But seriously. Is it some sort of phase that every guy goes through? Or is it just me. Damn it. I want those feelings to stop so bad, but I freaking can't control them. So I just concentrate really hard on the other stuff to make that look insignificant. But we all know it's a lie. Because somewhere in the corner, in the back of my mind, I know it's there. It's been always there. 3 months and counting. And it's silently killing me, because i can't say a damn thing.
I can't seem to stop. My mind's in a complete, total mess.
You.
Have no idea.
joash lee at 7:54 PM
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
joash lee at 10:34 PM
Friday, March 28, 2008
She Will Be Loved
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautifuljoash lee at 9:23 PM
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Today was a fine day. It was quite slack cos of the long breaks in between lessons. Which made me darn sleepy. But still, I actively participated in all class discussions, as usual. And constantly laughing at Spencer and Shazwan cos their jokes are way hilarious. I think Mrs Fadzeleen has great tolerance, because she hasn't showed signs of stress.Well, friendly today against Victoria 'B' boys. We were AWESOME man. WAAAY GREAT. The team that used to come and beat us flat, was now at our mercy. Hahaha. They played well lah, but honestly, I think we're becoming better and better as a team, and we have 3 formations to choose from, so as long as our flexibility lasts, we can just manipulate it till our opponents get confused. The feeling was SHIOK, and I'm damn happy today. Yesterday against Temasek Poly, was a total disaster for me. Quite bad. But a turn of events for today. I finished my work. I am a quite a happy man still. NOT.
My ah gong's discharged from hospital, but my dad just told me he may be going back in again cos he has a fever. And my ah ma's like screaming and shouting at him for no particular reason. For the record, they haven't been living in peace for a long time. Like, since when i grew up at my old house, they've been quarreling all the way. 17 years and counting. Joke. But it's good for me, I know alot of hokkien now. Lol. But seriously speaking, I kinda pity my ah gong. He gets shouted at everyday, and he doesn't even attempt to retaliate. Amazing patience man. I'm making a plea for all my christian brothers and sisters to pray for his salvation. I'm really afraid for the worse y'know. After all, I grew up with him.
Oh yah, my dad just told me there was hail in the northern parts of Singapore today. Is it true? Like Bishan, Ang Mo Kio that side. Oh, I just watched the news. Cool man. It's darn true! But still, I've been longing for the day that Singapore has snow. Damn it, wouldn't it be darn cool?
Please people, our Earth is dying. PLEASE MAKE AN EFFORT TO SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT. GO GREEN, PEOPLE. Tomorrow's the day when we will switch off our lights at 8pm, right? Not too sure. Some global movement in attempt to save the Earth. Saw it on Facebook. But people, try okay. I don't want my kids to be in this world thinking, how long will the Earth last. So yeah. GO GREEN.
Cos I'd rather be in love..
With you.
joash lee at 9:25 PM
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
MAROON 5 CONCERT LIVE IN SINGAPORE
Damn it blogger isn't allowing me to post any more pics. So go check it out at chloe's blog. Her link's there. See y'all.
joash lee at 8:16 PM
What the fuck. I have damn loads of homework, and i'm bloody pissed off.
Why the hell is this happening to me! Damn. My grandfather's in hospital by the way.
What happened to free hugs?
joash lee at 8:02 PM
Maroon 5
was AWESOME MAN. FREAKING HELL NICE MAN. And damn loud. My ears are still ringing. Pictures up tmr, once Chloe sends them over. But it was a tad too short. 1 and a half hours only. But still, it was freaking worth the money. DAMN BLOODY GOOD MAN MAROON 5. AWESOME.
was AWESOME MAN. FREAKING HELL NICE MAN. And damn loud. My ears are still ringing. Pictures up tmr, once Chloe sends them over. But it was a tad too short. 1 and a half hours only. But still, it was freaking worth the money. DAMN BLOODY GOOD MAN MAROON 5. AWESOME.
joash lee at 12:12 AM
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Okay damn it i'm in school now. And the librarian is staring at me like some shark who wants to eat me. Lol. I scared. Anyway, seriously, my skin is peeling so badly, i look like i have skin cancer. AGH. Tell me how? I'm so SIAN, I have a three hour break now, before going for Math at like 130. So so boring man. Many many people in the library. Gonna gym and run with Bok later. Anyway i always feel damn motivated to eat healthily and run more after reading RUNNERS WORLD magazine. It's like some enlightening thing. Always, without fail. Haha. Eunice is damn dumb. Ctrl + Backspace = minus off the whole word. She doesn't know that. LOL. She's sitting next to me, like WOW REALLY?? Joke.
Yeah. So what's going on in my life. Nothing much actually. I just feel nothing. A sense of nothingness. It's like nothing. I don't know how to describe it. Okay, shall copy and paste all my poems and put it into a collection. Like Ariel, and Another Place.
Tunnels
a collection of poems by Joash Lee
After All
After all the searching, for something more
After all the thinking, about what life's got
After all the doing, the motion and the routine
After all the seeing, the poor, the helpless and the needy
After all the hearing, of sermons every sunday
After all the spending, on selfish desires
What is it that really matters.
Is more than life in itself.
Words cannot express
The feelings that go through my mind everyday
After all, After all, After all
It's you
After all.
Every Moment Here With You
One glance and i knew it was you
To be by my side
To stick with me
Like bees to honey,
And tears to cheeks
You were always the one
To bring smiles to my face and
Warmth in my heart
Tingles in my feet
I've never felt this way in a long time,
Such a long, long, lonely time.
It feels good
When you speak my world stops,
The music fades away
The ball stops spinning
The ice melts
The fire dies
The water evaporates
The people come to a standstill
All because my heart
Is beating faster and faster
Every minute, every second
Every Moment
Here with You
Mannequins
Plastic people with plastic hearts
Pushing round our shopping carts
Unable just to stop and see
That we're capable of setting someone free
Rushing through our daily lives
As if time could make our banks thrive
One day we shall wake up and see
How cold and heartless we can be
We are mannequins
Plastic things that walk around all day
Just to see for ourselves
What good can be done for me.
Me, Myself, I
Selfish walking plastic things
With a rotten heart that sucks up life
The core of the "thing"
Decomposing every part of the body
Making the plastic harden,
And will be immune to everything
Immune, immune, immune.
When will the plastic melt?
Walking mannequins without the core
Oh, living life for myself
Isn't such a bore!
More than life
The life that we so wanted,
Was more than life in itself
It was something more divine
So much so that life would be a mistake
If we missed that time
And we would forever regret that
We didn't manage to spend our lives
Together, like we used to do.
Give up the things that are close to you
Just to get the thing that you wanted to do
And if you don't want to,
It'll be alright.
Cos I'll be right there,
Next to you.
Paint
Splattering vivid colours
Spluttered all over the bedroom wall
A myriad of visualistic artefacts
It cannot be torn away
The Paint will stay there,it will not budge
He strikes the wall, once, twice,
again and again, in vain
He gives up, he gives in.
He turns his face away,
Frantically, looking for the tunnel
where there is light at the end
However, there is no escaping for him
The multi-coloured jukebox
is drowning him in the colourful music
Drowning, drowning, drowning,
No one is there to save him.
No one.
Splat.
Deception
Nostalgia kicks in
Everything is going back to the way it was before.
Suddenly, there's a new light.
You go closer, closer, closer...
You step into the light
Wham!
You're in for a huge surprise.
The light deceived you
It was the bright darkness that disguised as the light
The "light" at the end of every tunnel
Has always been false.
There is no light, only darkness.
Darkness forbids you to enter into the light,
It forbids you to really be who you are
It just sucks you up,
Like the vacuum that sucks up every dust particle
You are the minute little piece of dust
Succumbing to each and every single overpowering mechanism
You kick and you push and you struggle your way out
But there is no "Out"
Only the "light" at the end of the tunnel
Yeah. So what's going on in my life. Nothing much actually. I just feel nothing. A sense of nothingness. It's like nothing. I don't know how to describe it. Okay, shall copy and paste all my poems and put it into a collection. Like Ariel, and Another Place.
Tunnels
a collection of poems by Joash Lee
After All
After all the searching, for something more
After all the thinking, about what life's got
After all the doing, the motion and the routine
After all the seeing, the poor, the helpless and the needy
After all the hearing, of sermons every sunday
After all the spending, on selfish desires
What is it that really matters.
Is more than life in itself.
Words cannot express
The feelings that go through my mind everyday
After all, After all, After all
It's you
After all.
Every Moment Here With You
One glance and i knew it was you
To be by my side
To stick with me
Like bees to honey,
And tears to cheeks
You were always the one
To bring smiles to my face and
Warmth in my heart
Tingles in my feet
I've never felt this way in a long time,
Such a long, long, lonely time.
It feels good
When you speak my world stops,
The music fades away
The ball stops spinning
The ice melts
The fire dies
The water evaporates
The people come to a standstill
All because my heart
Is beating faster and faster
Every minute, every second
Every Moment
Here with You
Mannequins
Plastic people with plastic hearts
Pushing round our shopping carts
Unable just to stop and see
That we're capable of setting someone free
Rushing through our daily lives
As if time could make our banks thrive
One day we shall wake up and see
How cold and heartless we can be
We are mannequins
Plastic things that walk around all day
Just to see for ourselves
What good can be done for me.
Me, Myself, I
Selfish walking plastic things
With a rotten heart that sucks up life
The core of the "thing"
Decomposing every part of the body
Making the plastic harden,
And will be immune to everything
Immune, immune, immune.
When will the plastic melt?
Walking mannequins without the core
Oh, living life for myself
Isn't such a bore!
More than life
The life that we so wanted,
Was more than life in itself
It was something more divine
So much so that life would be a mistake
If we missed that time
And we would forever regret that
We didn't manage to spend our lives
Together, like we used to do.
Give up the things that are close to you
Just to get the thing that you wanted to do
And if you don't want to,
It'll be alright.
Cos I'll be right there,
Next to you.
Paint
Splattering vivid colours
Spluttered all over the bedroom wall
A myriad of visualistic artefacts
It cannot be torn away
The Paint will stay there,it will not budge
He strikes the wall, once, twice,
again and again, in vain
He gives up, he gives in.
He turns his face away,
Frantically, looking for the tunnel
where there is light at the end
However, there is no escaping for him
The multi-coloured jukebox
is drowning him in the colourful music
Drowning, drowning, drowning,
No one is there to save him.
No one.
Splat.
Deception
Nostalgia kicks in
Everything is going back to the way it was before.
Suddenly, there's a new light.
You go closer, closer, closer...
You step into the light
Wham!
You're in for a huge surprise.
The light deceived you
It was the bright darkness that disguised as the light
The "light" at the end of every tunnel
Has always been false.
There is no light, only darkness.
Darkness forbids you to enter into the light,
It forbids you to really be who you are
It just sucks you up,
Like the vacuum that sucks up every dust particle
You are the minute little piece of dust
Succumbing to each and every single overpowering mechanism
You kick and you push and you struggle your way out
But there is no "Out"
Only the "light" at the end of the tunnel
joash lee at 12:13 PM
ORANGE PEEL
What up y'all. My skin is peeling like orange peel damn it. This is bad. I look like some freak now. HOW. Anyway, I'm quite uptight about all the work that's been assigned. I'm so busy lah. Can i just take a break? Just first day of school after the loooong weekend, one pile of work thrown at me. And lessons were maximised and utilised to the max today. I had lessons till 6pm lah. What the hell right. But okay lah, PE was good today. I like. 2 rounds warmup, stretching, then 7 rounds endurance. Not bad lah. I ran an extra round (wah, so haolian ah joash!), cos i wanted to push the others to keep running. Not bad eh?
Okay i'm gonna sleep now. And i just realised i had 120 hits today. Am i popular or what? (okay joash, your haolian-ess has got to stop!) Hahahaha. Just kidding y'all. It's sometimes quite freaky cos you never know who's reading your blog. Lol. Anyway, Maroon 5 tmr. Can't wait man. Competitions coming, more gym, more runs. (:
What up y'all. My skin is peeling like orange peel damn it. This is bad. I look like some freak now. HOW. Anyway, I'm quite uptight about all the work that's been assigned. I'm so busy lah. Can i just take a break? Just first day of school after the loooong weekend, one pile of work thrown at me. And lessons were maximised and utilised to the max today. I had lessons till 6pm lah. What the hell right. But okay lah, PE was good today. I like. 2 rounds warmup, stretching, then 7 rounds endurance. Not bad lah. I ran an extra round (wah, so haolian ah joash!), cos i wanted to push the others to keep running. Not bad eh?
Okay i'm gonna sleep now. And i just realised i had 120 hits today. Am i popular or what? (okay joash, your haolian-ess has got to stop!) Hahahaha. Just kidding y'all. It's sometimes quite freaky cos you never know who's reading your blog. Lol. Anyway, Maroon 5 tmr. Can't wait man. Competitions coming, more gym, more runs. (:
joash lee at 12:02 AM
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Man Utd 3 - 0 Liverpool
((((:
It's not always the same..
joash lee at 11:30 PM
Decided a change in blogskin. I think it's quite nice. (:
Cos the only constant thing in life is change...
Cos the only constant thing in life is change...
joash lee at 8:04 PM
Lazy to blog. Let the pictures speak.. These are from the past 2 weeks, in case you're wondering. Had Crystal Jade AGAIN today. 2 times in 3 days. Man. And I tried the new Yoghurt stall, next to CJ, called Frolick. It's awesome. Really. Pure yoghurt, really really good.
joash lee at 1:39 PM
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Read this countless times already, but it never fails to amaze me.
Today was damn good. I'm chaotah already. Gotta put moisturizer or my skin will tear. So y'all should know where i've been. Hahaha. SENTOSA. We went at about 9am, the sun was so hot. Played and played and played till 4, then left for dinner at KFC at Harbourfront Centre. I freaking ate the most. After KFC, went to Macs for dessert, and next door was Shilin, so i had scallop mee sua, and then ice cream cone from M and a medium ice milo. I swear my stomach skin was gonna tear cos i was too full. Took 188 ALL THE WAY BACK. it was good. I slept with Ernest. Hahaha, no, not that way. I sat next to him and slept. He slept too. Doesn't that make us sleeping together? Lol.
I'm committed. Are you?
Jesus, You're all I need.
'Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.' The atheist
professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his
new students to stand.
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Absolutely.'
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Yes.'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a
moment.
'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you
can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if
you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He
doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even
though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can
you answer that one?'
The student remains silent.
'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of
water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.
'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?'
'Er...yes,' the student says.
'Is Satan good?'
The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'
'Then where does Satan come from?'
The student : 'From...God...'
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there
evil in this world?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything,
correct?'
'Yes.'
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created
everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to
the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues:
'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible
things, do they exist in this world?'
The student: 'Yes.'
'So who created them?'
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his
question. 'Who created them? There is still no answer. Suddenly the
lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is
mesmerized.
'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in
Jesus Christ, son?'
The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you
use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen
Jesus?'
'No sir. I've never seen Him'
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
'No, sir, I have not.'
'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or
smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus
Christ, or God for that matter?'
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
'Yet you still believe in him?'
'Yes.'
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable
protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that,
son?'
'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'
'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem
science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a
question of his own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'
'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'
'And is there such a thing as cold?'
'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
'No sir, there isn't.'
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.
The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.
'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat,
mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we
don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below
zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is
no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the
lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when
it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have
or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat.
You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of
heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units
because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the
absence of it.'
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom,
sounding like a hammer.
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as
darkness?'
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night
if it isn't darkness?'
'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the
absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright
light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have
Nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to
define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able
to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him.
This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is
flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time.
'Flawed? Can you explain how?'
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student
explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good
God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something
finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a
thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much
less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life
is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive
thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'
'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they
evolved from a monkey?'
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young
man, yes, of course I do'
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he
realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work
and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you
not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a
preacher?'
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the
Commotion has subsided.
'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other
student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'
The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class
who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into
laughter.
'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain,
felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No
one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of
empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no
brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain,
how can we trust your lectures, sir?'
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the
student, his face unreadable.
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I
guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists
with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as
evil?'
Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We
see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man.
It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.
These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at
least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.
It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe
the absence of God.
God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when
man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold
that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there
is no light.
The professor sat down.
professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his
new students to stand.
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Absolutely.'
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Yes.'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a
moment.
'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you
can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if
you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He
doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even
though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can
you answer that one?'
The student remains silent.
'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of
water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.
'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?'
'Er...yes,' the student says.
'Is Satan good?'
The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'
'Then where does Satan come from?'
The student : 'From...God...'
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there
evil in this world?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything,
correct?'
'Yes.'
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created
everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to
the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues:
'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible
things, do they exist in this world?'
The student: 'Yes.'
'So who created them?'
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his
question. 'Who created them? There is still no answer. Suddenly the
lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is
mesmerized.
'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in
Jesus Christ, son?'
The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you
use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen
Jesus?'
'No sir. I've never seen Him'
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
'No, sir, I have not.'
'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or
smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus
Christ, or God for that matter?'
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
'Yet you still believe in him?'
'Yes.'
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable
protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that,
son?'
'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'
'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem
science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a
question of his own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'
'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'
'And is there such a thing as cold?'
'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
'No sir, there isn't.'
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.
The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.
'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat,
mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we
don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below
zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is
no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the
lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when
it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have
or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat.
You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of
heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units
because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the
absence of it.'
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom,
sounding like a hammer.
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as
darkness?'
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night
if it isn't darkness?'
'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the
absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright
light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have
Nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to
define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able
to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him.
This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is
flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time.
'Flawed? Can you explain how?'
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student
explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good
God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something
finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a
thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much
less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life
is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive
thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'
'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they
evolved from a monkey?'
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young
man, yes, of course I do'
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he
realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work
and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you
not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a
preacher?'
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the
Commotion has subsided.
'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other
student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'
The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class
who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into
laughter.
'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain,
felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No
one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of
empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no
brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain,
how can we trust your lectures, sir?'
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the
student, his face unreadable.
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I
guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists
with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as
evil?'
Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We
see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man.
It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.
These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at
least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.
It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe
the absence of God.
God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when
man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold
that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there
is no light.
The professor sat down.
Today was damn good. I'm chaotah already. Gotta put moisturizer or my skin will tear. So y'all should know where i've been. Hahaha. SENTOSA. We went at about 9am, the sun was so hot. Played and played and played till 4, then left for dinner at KFC at Harbourfront Centre. I freaking ate the most. After KFC, went to Macs for dessert, and next door was Shilin, so i had scallop mee sua, and then ice cream cone from M and a medium ice milo. I swear my stomach skin was gonna tear cos i was too full. Took 188 ALL THE WAY BACK. it was good. I slept with Ernest. Hahaha, no, not that way. I sat next to him and slept. He slept too. Doesn't that make us sleeping together? Lol.
I'm committed. Are you?
| commitment | |
noun | |
| 1. | the trait of sincere and steadfast fixity of purpose; "a man of energy and commitment" [syn: committedness] |
| 2. | the act of binding yourself (intellectually or emotionally) to a course of action |
Jesus, You're all I need.
joash lee at 9:59 PM
Friday, March 21, 2008
Sorry about yesterday. Had a heart to heart talk with Joy, and it was good. She made me remember the things that I so badly missed, and yeah, it really helped alot. Thanks Joy. (: Amazingly, today in church service, when there was a song solo by Letitia, with Jeremy on the keyboards, I cried. I cried so so badly, i just didn't want to stop. I listened to the lyrics of the song, I saw the pictures of Jesus being crucified and whipped, tortured. I just cried. Why did this man, a clean person, want to take on the weight of sin for the world? I just couldn't take it, and was deeply moved by His actions. I'm reminded once again of the power of the Cross, and the amount of suffering Jesus had to go through, and think, why am I living like this when He died for me?
Well, after service, Sim and I met with Ernest, and ate at Tanglin Halt. It's damn good lah, the prawn noodles. Too bad the laksa all sold out. Ultimate combo, prawn mee, otah and teh bing. SHIOK. After that, both of them stomach pain. HAHAHAHA. Joke.. Took a bus to Queensway, and saw MANY friends there. including Joy. haha. and Spencer. Joke again. So we ordered our jerseys and i bought a white FBT shorts. Our jerseys are damn freaking awesome. I'll post it up next time.
Then went to Vivo to get our long awaited bermudas. Bought already, Bok came, window shopped, chilled a while, then headed to Holland V for CRYSTAL JADE LA MIAN XIAO LONG BAO. It's the sex man. Totally awesome. After that, Bukit Batok Macs for ice-cream. Hahaha. We are gluttons. So here i am now.
Volleyball groupings out yesterday. We had a good draw. PJC, JJC, NYJC and RJC. Toa Payoh seems so far away now. But fret not, we shall be determined and play hard!
Father Lord you know our hearts and you know our desires. We really want to commit our lives to you, but it's so damn difficult so we're entrusting our lives to you to make use of it, and give us strength through the holy spirit to always do what's pleasing in your eyes. We surrender everything to you Lord, in Jesus name, Amen.
Good Friday. God of the Third Day. Jesus died to save our sins. Jesus died. Died.
Why?- Nicole Nordeman
We rode into town the other day,
just me and my Daddy.
He said I’d finally
reached that age,
and I could ride next to him on a horse that
of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
and so we stopped to find out why
There was that man that my dad said he loved,
but today there was fear in his eyes
So I said Daddy why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows
Daddy please can’t you do something?
He looks as if he’s going to cry
You said he is stronger than all of those guys-
Daddy please tell me why,
why does everyone want him to die?
Later that day the sky grew cloudy and
daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy,
boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
if there was something that he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out,
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds to a hill
where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from a cross:
And it said : Father why are they screaming.
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my clothes??
I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows
Father please can’t you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size,
Father remind me why,
why does everyone want me to die.
When will I understand why?
My precious Son, I hear them screaming.
I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming
but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
Jesus this hurts me more than you know
But this dark hour I must do nothing.
I’ve heard your unbearable cry-
the power in your blood destroys all the lies,
soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.
Look there below see the child trembling by her father’s side.
Now I can tell you why, she is why you must die. joash lee at 9:20 PM
Just chilled with the guys at Bukit Timah Plaza. Pool to the max. I'm so sick of school. Though my class is freaking awesome. They just make me laugh every lesson. We are cool man. Way cool. My fourth language is officially malay, and no i don't only know the bad words. Lol.
I'm talking to someone now. Will blog more tmr.
Good Friday. Think about His love.
I'm talking to someone now. Will blog more tmr.
Good Friday. Think about His love.
joash lee at 12:47 AM
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
"Candleburn"
on Vineland past the candle shrine that burns on every night
for someone
she lets herself go
like an angel in the snow
she lays down on her back
down on her back - she goes
take me over when I'm gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I'm gone
will they burn for me
on Vineland past the candle shrine that melts into the street design
she waits - for someone
tonight she'll give herself away
she'll break apart all by herself
its so easy how we come undone
take me over when I'm gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I'm gone
will they burn for me
she pulls me in - strips me down
she pulls me in - turns me out
she pulls me in - strips me down
take me over when I'm gone
take me over make me strong
take me over when I'm gone
will they burn for me
will they burn for me
joash lee at 9:05 PM
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
All the sleepless nights
Are keeping me awake, for one more day
I can't seem to stop thinking
I can't seem to stop breathing
Where can I go from here?
What can I do?
Walking's a chore, Running's bore
Life is all at a standstill
It is nothing but a mess
Drowning without a float
Driving me insane with profanities
Obscenities, I can't stop now
Why can't we go to somewhere
Where there are no toils
And troubles and what-not
Because life is all about this,
The bigger purpose that He has
The blueprint that's larger than my mind
Wider than the Grand Canyon
Deeper than the Pacific Ocean
I can't fathom
How do I see? How to believe?
Faith
Do I trust it? I can't seem to
Someone stretch out and save me
For I am one of a broken people
Dying for something more
Life is more than life itself
For there is always a greater good
That has to be fulfilled
Until then
Life is all at a standstill
Someone come save me
Are keeping me awake, for one more day
I can't seem to stop thinking
I can't seem to stop breathing
Where can I go from here?
What can I do?
Walking's a chore, Running's bore
Life is all at a standstill
It is nothing but a mess
Drowning without a float
Driving me insane with profanities
Obscenities, I can't stop now
Why can't we go to somewhere
Where there are no toils
And troubles and what-not
Because life is all about this,
The bigger purpose that He has
The blueprint that's larger than my mind
Wider than the Grand Canyon
Deeper than the Pacific Ocean
I can't fathom
How do I see? How to believe?
Faith
Do I trust it? I can't seem to
Someone stretch out and save me
For I am one of a broken people
Dying for something more
Life is more than life itself
For there is always a greater good
That has to be fulfilled
Until then
Life is all at a standstill
Someone come save me
joash lee at 11:12 PM
Damn. I'm so tired from all the studying. I feel as if i'm having common tests. If only my tests were over. I just found out today that midyears are coming damn soon. like 13 more weeks. And H1 is before the June holidays. Damn. You tell me how. I'm feeling so spaced out, i can't do anything constructive. I keep thinking about it, but it's obviously of no use. Nothing's gonna happen. Nothing can change. And also, what the hell am i doing with my spiritual life? Somehow i'm using all sorts of defense mechanisms to shun people from getting to know me better, damn it, but i so long for the intimacy.
Where to find solace?
Where to find care?
What happened to free hugs?
Whom to will I share?
Oh well, something to look forward to. Vivo on Friday with the homies, it's been quite long since we chilled. And sentosa on saturday. That's the bomb man. Can't wait to suntan and play my volleyball. Till then.
__________by Joash Lee
I once saw a jester standing outside a box
He was looking dejected so I decided to help him out
"What is the problem?", I asked the jester
"I keep thinking I'm in the box, when I'm not"
He told me that he was deluded
And that sarcasm and humour was his facade
"Why then?" I asked, in all concern
"Unable to get in myself, which is what I really want"
He said that he was looking for,
Not fame nor fortune
But something much more valuable
Than gold or silver or any shiny piece
That is someone who listens, someone who cares
Someone to hug, someone to share
Someone to lean on, someone to listen to
Someone, someone
"All I'm asking for is that special someone
Is that an impossible task?"
Turns out he was afraid that
People would get so near the box
And found out that inside it
Is Empty
And that the Emptiness is slowly finding it's way
Out of the box, to devour his rotting flesh
So every means and every way
He tries to get out,
But after years and years of effort
It is still nothing, but an insecurity,
An empty box
An emptiness
Just...
Empty.
joash lee at 10:32 PM