The reflecting theologian

if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. it can be anything you want, either good or bad. i promise not to come after you with a sharpened pencil either way. when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

I dun know whether I should cry or be happy... Last night was Young PAP's 19 anniversary bash at DXO, and needless to say, being a party animal I am, I went down of course. The program wasn't that bad and I got pretty entertained by the dances and performances before the dance floor got opened up for the party. I was frustrated by one point though, that they actually got underaged breakdancer down. I wouldn't mind that, if they serve alcoholic drinks but because of that, they only serve soft drinks. But I was willing to put that issue aside, considering that I still have a paper to study for. But what really makes me mad last night was the conduct of the friends I brought in. Well, to start off the story, each branch was supposed to pay for 10 tickets and each cost around $15. As such, those who received the tickets technically are not paying for the ticket at all. But sometimes those who got the tickets did not realise that it's a PRIVILEGE to get to go in with the ...

"They came for the Communists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Catholic. Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak out for me." - Pastor Martin Niemoller One of the poems that came out of WWII. I post this up because I came across this in my lecture notes and felt that should post it for everyone's viewing pleasure, provided that you appreciate it, of course. In any case, this poem was written in Nazi Germany and it attempts to depict the brutality of the Nazi regime. Well written and well said, in my honest opinion. For those who are left clueless, go read up. You all ought to know a little bit about history... By the way, who says history is boring??????

Hmm... I know it's just a few hours before my 3rd paper... and I'm blogging... But I have done what I should have done. For the past few weeks, so many things have happened... to me, to my family... to my friends. Just last week, Robert's grandmother passed away. Just when I was complaining why such thing has to happened during the reading week, I received the news last night that Qiaoping's grandmother had also passed away. It came as a shock to me when I heard the news from Claramae. I knew something was not right with Qiaoping last night, when she was talking to Claramae. Somehow or rather, I have became quite sensitive to such things lately, more sensitive than other people thought I would be. But despite her telling us that she's alright, I can still feel the grief in her. Imagine this: you are preparing for your exam in Singapore and you find out that your grandmother has passed away in Sarawak... and to add salt to the wound, you find out that you can't m...

Yes... I'm blogging while I'm studying for my exams... but I came across one article which I find irresistable not to post it here. Here goes: Report highlights golden future of history graduates Donald MacLeod Tuesday July 19, 2005 In an age when "so last week" is a withering insult, what are the prospects for graduates who, like Euan Blair, have just spent three or four years stuck in previous centuries? Very good, according to two reports on the employability of history graduates, published by the Higher Education Academy. A string of successful careers in the media, business, politics and even spying have been built on a history degree, found the reports' author David Nicholls. "A remarkable number have gone on to become the movers and shakers of modern-day Britain," he notes. Highflying historians range from the chancellor, Gordon Brown, and four other members of the cabinet to the head of MI6, John Scarlett; from radio presenters Nicky Campbell and...

如果命中注定海鸟对鱼的爱是一场意外，那为何缘分会让他们相遇在一块呢？ If you are sharp enough, you would have known why this comes from. Or rather, you would have known the origin of this question. But today, I'm not going to talk about this, sorry for for the short distraction. I just feel that this is so nice that I ought to share it with my fans. But yeah, I'm currently witnessing such a relationship. That's why this analogy has always intrigued me so much. Yeah... a witness, a helpless witness. Anyway, my exams' coming soon. I dun know if I'll be blogging regularly for this period of time. So, it just means that I'll be off for a while. But do stay tune for more updates.

Hmm... this is of course the 90th posting of my blogging career. Well..., I think I will only try to post something special for my 100th posting. At this very moment, I dun have anything to talk about, or anything very strong to comment about. You know, there are times in life when you just dun want to talk about anything but you want to try to find something to talk about. Such conflicting thinking. Yet, I think I suddenly have something to talk about right here right now.... but then again, I dun think I want to talk about it. Now let's meditate and think... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Meditation over... yet no output... Maybe my 90th posting is not such a good one after all. Sometimes, I really feel so ridiculous doing the sort of things I am doing. Sometimes, I'm just getting tired in trying to make my case... I know that sometimes, people remained unconvinced by my actions and arguments, which according to them, dun seem to match. Yeah, I admit, the...