moments

express your feelings? you jibberish and error filled piece of nincompoop

no, it didn't feel satisfying.

you **** jibberish and error filled piece of ****** nincompoop. (nincompoop? wth? who uses nincompoop?)

life's good, life's good.

Chairlift - Bruises

Humility

He who kneels before God, can stand before anyone

Abba, Father

Please come through for me, please. I'm desperate 

Yours, 

A very frustrated and tired Wilson

Another personality test!

The Gray-Wheelwright-Winer 4-letter Type Indicator Test

the link above links you to an awesomely detailed test. Its not that I believe it or whatever but I just like reading personality traits for the fun of it heehee.

I'm ENFP btw, what are you?

Keirsey Temperament Sorter 2

credits to < victor > for the link hehehe, check out his blog for the link to the test!

Your Keirsey Temperament Sorter Results indicates that your personality type is that of the

ARTISAN

Artisans are the temperament with a natural ability to excel in any of the arts, not only the fine arts such as painting and sculpting, or the performing arts such as music, theater, and dance, but also the athletic, military, political, mechanical, and industrial arts, as well as the "art of the deal" in business.

Artisans are most at home in the real world of solid objects that can be made and manipulated, and of real-life events that can be experienced in the here and now. Artisans have exceptionally keen senses, and love working with their hands. They seem right at home with tools, instruments, and vehicles of all kinds, and their actions are usually aimed at getting them where they want to go, and as quickly as possible. Thus Artisans will strike off boldly down roads that others might consider risky or impossible, doing whatever it takes, rules or no rules, to accomplish their goals. This devil-may-care attitude also gives the Artisans a winning way with people, and they are often irresistibly charming with family, friends, and co-workers.

Artisans want to be where the action is; they seek out adventure and show a constant hunger for pleasure and stimulation. They believe that variety is the spice of life, and that doing things that aren't fun or exciting is a waste of time. Artisans are impulsive, adaptable, competitive, and believe the next throw of the dice will be the lucky one. They can also be generous to a fault, always ready to share with their friends from the bounty of life. Above all, Artisans need to be free to do what they wish, when they wish. They resist being tied or bound or confined or obligated; they would rather not wait, or save, or store, or live for tomorrow. In the Artisan view, today must be enjoyed, for tomorrow may never come.

There are many Artisans, perhaps 30 to 35 percent of the population, which is good, because they create much of the beauty, grace, fun, and excitement the rest of us enjoy in life.

Artisans at Work
Artisans seek to make an impact upon the organizations where they work and upon society at large. Their alertness to current realities, the joy they take in variation, and their tendency to follow their instincts to 'what works' make them good troubleshooters and negotiators, talented performers and craftspeople and excellent leaders in all kinds of emergencies and chaotic situations.

Even at work, your motto could be, "Let me entertain you. Let me make you smile." In fact, bringing playfulness to situations can be one of your greatest contributions on the job. In your ideal job, you have the opportunity to apply your talent for performing and improvising communications so that they appeal to the individuals or groups of people in your environment. Because of your gift for words, your ideal position might include tasks that allow you to apply your communications talent for the good of the organization.

*edit*

I'm confused as to how they gauge the personalities. But since i'm an ENFP, I'm an idealist -champion

Like the other Idealists, Champions are rather rare, say three or four percent of the population, but even more than the others they consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life. Champions have a wide range and variety of emotions, and a great passion for novelty. They see life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil, and they want to experience all the meaningful events and fascinating people in the world. The most outgoing of the Idealists, Champions often can't wait to tell others of their extraordinary experiences. Champions can be tireless in talking with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out. And usually this is not simple storytelling; Champions often speak (or write) in the hope of revealing some truth about human experience, or of motivating others with their powerful convictions. Their strong drive to speak out on issues and events, along with their boundless enthusiasm and natural talent with language, makes them the most vivacious and inspiring of all the types.

Fiercely individualistic, Champions strive toward a kind of personal authenticity, and this intention always to be themselves is usually quite attractive to others. At the same time, Champions have outstanding intuitive powers and can tell what is going on inside of others, reading hidden emotions and giving special significance to words or actions. In fact, Champions are constantly scanning the social environment, and no intriguing character or silent motive is likely to escape their attention. Far more than the other Idealists, Champions are keen and probing observers of the people around them, and are capable of intense concentration on another individual. Their attention is rarely passive or casual. On the contrary, Champions tend to be extra sensitive and alert, always ready for emergencies, always on the lookout for what's possible.

Champions are good with people and usually have a wide range of personal relationships. They are warm and full of energy with their friends. They are likable and at ease with colleagues, and handle their employees or students with great skill. They are good in public and on the telephone, and are so spontaneous and dramatic that others love to be in their company. Champions are positive, exuberant people, and often their confidence in the goodness of life and of human nature makes good things happen.

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home [2009]

Home is whenever i'm with You

Hippocrates

To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge -Socrates

Aku fikir aku banyak knowledge la sekarang. 

Kemalasanku bagai seekor Badak Air yang bersantai di lumpur.

Picture Source: mgdtgd 

and Animal Photos!

Hold on

Its all about You

The Price

It may seem by the sound of the title that I'm going to talk about the price of what Jesus paid for our salvation, but no i am not going to talk about that today although it is ALWAYS good to remind yourself of what He has done on the Cross for the Eternal Life you have right at this moment.

What I am going to talk about is regarding the price of being an "economical person"

I don't like the word cheap, its a degrading word which brings about the thoughts of having to burn one own's excrements to make cooking fire fuel, if that was possible...which i doubt so *ponders*

Anyways, the price of being cheap, ops i meant economical, doesn't come cheap at times.
This conclusion was drawn from the outcome of repairing my futsal shoes which seemed to be suffering from a serious case of diarrhea as there was a gawking hole at the tip of the shoe after today's game.

Tears, blood, sweat and even dirt was involved in this mighty ordeal, yes i meant repairing the shoe. Mother nature must have been so proud of this cow that the piece of leather had to be so thick and difficult to puncture with a sowing needle. Needless to say, against the might of the thick piece of hide, frustration hit.

with bad consequences of course. I used all my strength to push the needle that it went right through the leather and went right in between my nails. yes it bled. thank you for asking. my eyes bled too, although the fluid was pretty salty and clear. to add to the insult of my injuries, whilst sucking my bleeding thumb, i ate dirt. yes i literally ate dirt. from the sole of my shoe.

If i had a conversation with my shoe, it would probably be a one way one, one way being the shoe cursing me. Shoe: "Eat my dust, haha"

Looking at that futsal show right now, I must say that i feel proud that I have prolonged its lifetime a game or two.

Tattered

As we drown ourselves in the technological splendors of our communication devices, the cold hearted conveniences of our mobile phones seem to have overtaken the warmth of a real human conversation. An irony it is, as i reflect upon such matters. Though we could have the convenience to converse with people across the globe with a push of a button, we seem to have lost the ability to converse to people directly around us. 

What people? you ask, I'm talking about the person next to you while in a bus ride, the person next to you while you wait for the next train, the person sitting alone on the table beside you as you have your morning cup of coffee.

I too am guilty of such actions, where has our love for people wandered to? why is our society drowned with a sad disability to talk to real people in front of us? Why the timidness and fear? Aren't we called to be like Jesus? 

And there she was, sitting just right opposite me on the same table. Dressed in an outfit which seemed to have aged beyond its years, her face covered with wrinkles as if each of them telling a story of hardship and disappointment, her smile which seems to reflect the sadness of a broken heart.

She broke the silence, " Son, do you want a drink? "

 

I declined with respect, still fiddling with a game on my blackberry.

Then it hit me, what am I doing? Would Jesus do something like this? Would Jesus choose to ignore someone while playing with a device which brings no benefits?

Immediately i introduced myself, " Hi, my name is Wilson " and I asked for hers. I seem to be suffering from a short term memory loss as I had already forgotten hers. 

As the conversation progressed, I began to know more of her. 

She was a lady from India and had 3 kids, a son and two daughters. Her son and daughter died of an unknown cause whilst her remaining daughter was nowhere to be seen. She used to own 6 eateries, but everything was squandered off by her son in law. As she began recounting the sad memories of her life, I felt gutted to know that people could just leave their mothers selfishly and go on with their lives. I felt the betrayal she felt as she recounted how she sold her eateries just to support her son in law in whatever business he was doing. I felt the broken heart of a mother who had lost her son and daughter on the same day.

My heart ached so badly yet I could not say anything other than, " I'm so sorry to hear " 

As the worker came to pass me the waffle which was done, I wanted to stay to hear her out but my heart couldn't handle the anguish. 

" I'm sorry aunty, i have to go now ", I said.

It was at that time, I felt a prompting to pray for her and so willingly did she accept the offer as if receiving a priceless gift.

 

She bowed her head and clutched her hands together and we prayed. As i stood up, she told me she attended a catholic church in PJ and had someone to come to pick her up to church regularly. I was relieved to hear that. I wished her a heartfelt goodbye.

Then i remembered of the bouquet of flowers which i had bought for my mum which was sitting in the car, immediately i took it and surprised her with the flowers saying,

" Hey aunty, Happy Mother's day "

She smiled back with such a beautiful smile.

I thank God, that I am blessed to be a blessing to others. 

I thank God for that fateful encounter with that old nameless lady. 

I thank God for my mother who has worked so hard to take care of my family.

So heed my advice, take care of your parent's in their old ages. 

Love them as you love yourself because that's exactly what Jesus would do.

To all the mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day :)

Clowning about

Like a circus, happy and jolly

But all a facade, to hide the emptiness inside.

Just wanting to hear His voice in the midst of chaos.

I forgot when was the last time i ever liked a clown, i suspect that i never ever did like one but that's not the issue at hand.

( You can blame Pennywise the clown for that )

I think a clown is such a sad creature. Its created to smile and be happy, created to bring joy and happiness to the people around even in the midst of its despair. It can never frown nor can it ever cry, for that would cause it to deviate from its role in society. Society doesn't appreciate deviations. 

( Forgive me for calling a clown "it" cause i personally hate clowns and it doesn't deserve to be rendered human, i believe that clowns are part of a propaganda to overthrow the world and would not blink an eye if it had a chance to bite your arm off with its cannibalistic teeth which is hidden behind a smile, i believe in bullshit but i believe in whatever i like to believe in ) heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Now back to the point, which still remains shrouded in the midst of these incredibly long winded random ramblings like an undecipherable cryptex drenched in clown excrements. Still here? I applaud you sir for your generous patience which will go unpaid. 

Have you ever felt like a clown? I'm sure you have cause I have. Showing a confident face whilst suffering inside with a turmoil of emotions. Its normal isn't it? How about looking at it from a christian context? well you can't argue with the bible can you? 

Whilst looking for the perfect verse to fit into here my questions were answered. So this post has effectively been reduced to a post of random useless post-dated ramblings which makes no absolute sense, even to me. Anyways, here's the verse(s)

Ecclesiastes 3: A time for everything

 ¹ There is a time for everything, 

   and a season for every activity under the heavens:

 ² a time to be born and a time to die,
   a time to plant and a time to uproot,
 ³ a time to kill and a time to heal,
   a time to tear down and a time to build,
 ⁴ a time to weep and a time to laugh,
   a time to mourn and a time to dance,
 ⁵ a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
 ⁶ a time to search and a time to give up,
   a time to keep and a time to throw away,
 ⁷ a time to tear and a time to mend,
   a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 ⁸ a time to love and a time to hate,
   a time for war and a time for peace.

Now that the lesson has been learned, *self acknowledges* lets us depart to a land free of clowns where the robot unicorns jump and fly freely while wearing Akg headphones blasting the Erasure Always song. Goodnight

P.s. I warn you, the song will stick to you. like the darn duck song

Beloved ones close to your heart

Araaaa?

Sue me, I'm guilty of spending my last 2 hours editing pictures :( 

I like the outcome though, but thats not the issue. sigh sigh sigh.

I need the double dragons! (diligence and discipline) .. I need themmm badly

Looking back

I wonder where have all the years gone too, its been so fast.