Macdonalds is evil

If you truly need prove that Macdonalds is an evil organisation, you need look no further than their mascot. He grins madly and encourages kids to wear oversized shiny red boots. Furthermore, he is tatooed red and white all over his face.
But now: there is shocking NEW evidence of the devilish schemes of Macdonald's. Their fries are twisted. And so will your fate if you eat these ghastly distortions. Despite the warnings of A&W's failed curly fries campaign and their subsequent financial problems, MacDonald's has adopted the same twisted idea.
Thus, ladies and gentlemen, do not be fooled by incompetent service, gallons of sugar filled sodas and unhealthy burgers. These things are only there to distract us from the real plot of Macs; which is making you evil from eating twister fries. Dont be twisted, eat straight.

More blogging from pictures 

Left Stark and Stuck?

God don't leave me, don't leave me so
Left in open, left out cold.
See what awkward predicament I'm in
Vulnerable to the elements , to the whim.
Have I become part of such,
That I more so do not feel as much
The frost and loneliness the warmth once brought
In your likeness I once was wrought

- Louise Tay

Square All-Rounder

In Crimson High it was the “in” thing to be square. But Chester wasn’t a nerd. He was a jock, a rugby captain and a smart dresser. Chester was too cool to be true and he hated it. He desired to be square, to fit in with the rest. But no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn’t match up. One day as he sat in a milk bar looking sad, geeky, but still very handsome in his oversized t-shirt tucked into jeans, and wearing dark-framed spectacles which he didn’t need, he was approached by a talent scout looking for a star in his new movie.

Since the movie “Revenge of the Nerds” came out, the hip-to-be-square craze died down to a hush. Everyone was talking about Chester, the now most desirable guy in Crimson High. In the movie, Chester played the jock, a rugby captain and a smart dresser.

Louise Tay (More Crimson than most) [Added by Abel -- son of Crim]

Hot Sheen

Do you remember the hot wings packaging?? It was black. And Hot Shots has black humour.
I realise i am a Hot Shots person. The movie was screened today at 8pm,again. after so many years and tonnes of re-runs, i still laugh at the lame irrelevant jokes. I am beginning to think my obsession with pianos falling on people could have been a result of the show. Frankly, i dont think i am alone in remembering the chicken arrow and the short wall with the grapple hook. But what really cracks me up is Mr. President, and the idea of the 'mole'.
"Looks like the upper hand has gone to the other foot." And Mr Bean is called Dex. And it also stars Rob Stiles of Whose line is it anyway. I wouldnt call it a great movie, but its a classic. And the bloodiest movie of all time judging from the body count.

Birthday with Al

This was going to be her first birthday with Al. She smiled and her fingers lifted involuntarily to the potted ferns in front of her. The leaves were immaculate but she had to check them for caterpillars everyday. Just in case. Her stomach was in knots, fearing she had missed anything out in the excitement. For a long time now, her commitment had been to something far more addictive than Al. Less dependable, destructive even. It was something her friends couldn’t understand and she didn’t want them to. Al had come along at a bad time when she was at the peak of her dependency with it. The more she tried to hide it from him, the more it showed itself. But she didn’t have to go through all that trouble, really. Al didn’t want her to hide anything from him.
She jumped back in dismay. Many of the leaves of the fern lay crushed at her feet and she quickly picked every fragment up from the balcony to throw away.
“Hey, where’s my pretty lady?” Al shouted from downstairs.
Going past the balcony door into the interior, she counted, “one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine” as she twisted the lock close behind her.

Louise Tay

King of Hearts

I think by now everyone has heard the joke about the woman who goes to heaven and upon observing a road sweeper given a mansion on top of a hill thinks she will get a much larger bungalow with a river view. Instead she is shown her accomodation, which turns out to be a pitiful hut.
" Why?" She inquires.
" I have been successful in life and have not been ultra evil like some tyrants of those countries. Don't i deserve better?"
"Well," replies Saint Peter, " With the amount you gave the church, its a miracle we could build this hut for you."
Only problem while i was relating this to my parents was that Shaun asked the very insightful question "So how much did she give?"
Indeed, this might not exactly be the point of this illustration, but then again, maybe its the crux of the issue. How much is too little? Is anyone capable of contributing enough? Its a good thing that there will be no favoritism in heaven, or else we might all be heart broken with our huts.
Why this arose though was because my pastor gave another insightful joke along this line.
A man goes to heaven and sees that a bus driver is given a beautiful mansion to stay in for eternity. However, he is only awarded a ramshackle, yes, you guessed it, hut.
Being a normal human being, he complains.
"But Saint Peter, I am a pastor and a leader who has contributed to the community and the church, why does this reckless bus driver deserve better than myself?"
"Its really quite simple actually," says the Saint.
"Every time you preach people sleep, but when that man drives, the passengers pray."
I wonder what my brother would ask if he heard this. It might be the hut of the matter.

gibberish rhymes with horse radish

Lonely operatic unicorns i seldom encounter.
Songs with immaculate mistiming sung!
Future anthologies seem to earplug rhythms,
The howling auspicious nonetheless.
Musical ethnocentricity.

Just A Bit More Thought

Yesterday the black rose laughed stark tears,
As dominoes are dealt a turn.
Someone cries, " Fly in soup!"
as intricately as beading in a pendant.
One more student stands in class-
His teacher is stern.
At three the tsunami is brewing
Like panadol effervescence.
The nearby concert hall fills,
but no one claps it right.
But all these is salvaged,
By one more thought at night.
But don't you get it wrong!
Those shoes don't really match
the eyes and swirls on butterfly wings
watch the news. good things, bad things.

Just a bit more thought and they come alive.

Louise Tay

Captain America's Shield floating in the horizon

"This is a travesty!"
"In my 20 years of football, i have never witnessed such a poor refereeing decision."

Those were the words of commentator Niall Quinn as the ball bounced 2 feet past the goal line of Roy Carroll's goal. At the same time, i was hopping around wildly in the living room shouting intermittently at the TV screen and Timothy sitting innocently on the sofa, goggle-eyed. What a grave injustice that Spurs were denied a clear goal at 6 am this morning.

Granted Man Utd had the better chances and our lack of strikers due to injuries made us rather lame going forward. But there are moments in football when you take that slice of good fortune with open arms. That was such a moment robbed, discarded and drowned. A moment lingering in the depths of my subconcious for 14 years. The insults and taunts of being a Spurs fan all my life resurfaced in that very second the ball bounced. The adrenaline burst forth like a bowl of chainsaws as i leapt to celebrate what could have been just reward for one of the best known cases of long suffering. Hope overflowed, then duely subsided. If only they knew about my trauma induced psychological problems from being a childhood supporter of Tottenham Hotspur. If only they realised the sheer panic i had walking to school after a Spurs-Man Utd match.

Alas, such a disastrous decision is trivial with regards to the world stage. But at 6 am taday, my world evaporated away.

Snow White had seven falls

My best friend Timothy sent me a supposedly famous blog of Wendy. See it here at www.xiaxue.blogspot.com He was quite incensed by her disapproval of Christianity post on 3rd Jan. Well, i reminded him that i am under no illusions that Christianity is popular. What do you think the islamic terrorists' justification is?? Its a really long post that is controversial but i give her points for trying to restrain herself (i think it could have been a lot more angsty considering she calls herself "the real" bitchy type). What i am not happy about is why her blog is so popular? Its rather ordinary... really. But then again i realised some years ago that i am the odd one out in this world.

Seriously though, because her blog is so famous (somehow) that post alone attracted 58 posts and counting. It was really humbling to read ppl agree with her stance that Christianity is sometimes overly aggresive. I do have to agree with this point. She also touched on 'how blind faith is wrong'. This point i do have my reservations but i guess she has her reasons not to read everyone's replies with >50 comments. So i did not bother putting my views on her blog.

Basically , if we can understand from our own intellect what God's infinite wisdom is, if we can prove religion based on logic, God is no better than men. That is why faith has to be faith. That is why religion cannot be proven by our minds. But that doesnt mean that science and religion are at loggerheads as some posters strongly believe. In fact i am extremely interested in this facet of Christianity and wish Zion would do some stuff on it. In short, Creation is a better THEORY than evolution and dinosaurs can be proven. And the tower of babel story is so strongly linked with OUR chinese language. As to why God allows suffering, that is a question that really cannot be answered blithely here. (Marianne gave me a book that has a chapter on this and its really only a chapter: Hints). As to who goes to heaven is none of others business as suggested by Wendy; I give a big sigh. My father thinks that this is a judgement not reserved for men. But i guess there are issues like homosexual preists (btw Christianity is different from Catholiscm). What if George Bush is indeed an evil mass murderer of innocents? There is an important debate on Calvanists and Armenians here that i can also provide in a readable chapter. There are some hard and fast rules like believing and confessing our sins but frankly i am not the strongest believer in all encompassing grace. NOTE: this does not mean i believe that we can be saved by works. That is why i sigh, its complicated, which is the point about logic and faith.

All in all, the point i was trying to make was i feel so helpless when i read all the remarks on xiaxue's blog. There is so much to do, but the world is beginning to hate the christians who try. Where do we draw the line? May God guide all of us. Especially those who read my blog. And yes, that is the best reason why my blog is better than her's.

Dear Soveriegn God,
We apologise for all our sin in the world and plead earnestly for your mercy. You did not promise our lives to be free from the valley of the shadow of death, but we know we can always trust you to comfort us in our trials. We pray that it is your will to touch more lives that now so vehemently persecute you and crave for a God who they can relate to. May you in your time be real to them and touch their hearts as you alone can change their deeply rooted mindsets.

Water Polo with Horses

Frankly speaking i have never been really excited about Singapore soccer. Although you can say i did like watching the old Malaysia cup when i was young mainly because homework was more painful. Then the match rigging spoiled most of soccer's impression in the region. Sad to say nothing much has changed. Singapore have hardly taken great strides after our triumphs, instead other countries have caught up with our not so world class bunch of players. The government wants us to join the World Cup in 2010 but look at the state of the Kallang pitch yesterday! Which brings me to the point of the 2nd leg semi final between Singapore and Myanmaar. In the rainy waterlogged conditions, Singapore went two nil down and were going to be eliminated if that scoreline held. Then a Myamaar player got a second yellow card and was sent off, which to me, looked like a innocuous mistimed tackle because of the wet pitch. Singapore duely capitalised from a kelong looking own goal. I cant say it was not forthcoming but for our 2 nigerian imports who looked sadly like they didnt deserve citizenship. Then Singapore won a penalty with another Myanmaar player sent off! Following which the Myanmaar team started protesting violently with their lost staring them in the face. A fracas broke out and one defender kicked mud at the officials and was sent off too. Myanmaar down to eight men and Indra Sahdan missed the penalty. In extra time stray elbows flew around and some Myanmaar players need to brush up on their acting skills. Their crowd also became unruly and had to be restrained. At least against 8 men Singapore plundered 3 goals in extra time to take us to the final. But that was after defender S Subrmani was hit by a flying water bottle thrown from the Myanmamese reserve goal keeper on the bench. He was also rightfully sent off. In his disgrace he also managed to taunt the Singapore supporters with 'stomach butts'. So that is why i didnt want to brave the rain and watch an action movie. Because i wanted to pay to watch sport.