the egg doesn't owe you

last night i was talking to my mum. we were talking about eggs. long story short, we talked about good eggs and bad eggs. basically, the gist of it is good eggs get eaten, bad eggs get thrown at bad people. i said i'd rather be a bad egg than be a good egg that gets eaten. that's when mum said:

"but the good eggs joyfully and willingly allow themselves to be cooked and eaten."

that got me thinking.

i hate the concept of innocents dying for something totally not worth dying for. most people do. that's why movies make so much money.

i'll try to explain it.

there are people out there who would give their life up for the thing they love. some would do it for a friend, some for their country, most for their family. but there are those who die for things that just aren't worth it. like with Hitler. he was NOT the best guy in the world. yet his people would get shot in his place a hundred times over and be proud because they've saved a national asshole from death.

back to the egg thing. it "joyfully and willingly allows itself to be eaten" by you. that's stupid. it doesn't owe you anything. why the hell should it die so you can eat it. i got worked up about this lastnight, then i remembered that eggs are inanimate objects. they're not chickens yet, and chickens would NEVER willingly let themselves be eaten.

i guess it's to do with what you value and how much you value it. if you value it enough, i guess it's worth dying for. [but i really can't understand how some people can be so NICE they'd die for something not worth it]. i guess i'm selfish for thinking this way.

but it's like this with God. He sent his son to die for a bunch of worthless people. we really aren't worth it at all [and you're deluded if you think you are]. He definitely didn't owe us anything [we owe Him]. but He loved us so much he laid down His life for us. do YOU love anything that much?

and the crunch is this. if God loves you enough to die for you, would you give your life for him too?

sarahnken's birthday

ONE MORE DAY WORKING AND THEN I AM FREE!!!

sarahnken's birthday:
it was a sunday afternoon at the foreshore, when suddenly...
"WHY YOU SO STUPID DONO HOW TO CLEAN THE BARBECUE PIT ONE?!?!?!"
i can't remember if i said that to sarah, or if she said it to me.
but then wei wei showed up and he did it. thank you thank you.

had lots of great food, courtesy of great cooks, one of which worked nonstop without a thought for himself in order to prepare enough food for everybody *coughweiweicough*. [seriously, sarah]. the auntie-cooked food is always good.

the guys played some pretty crazy soccer that did not really have a defined goal. bad for the aunties and uncles sitting right behind the goalie. then a bunch of us walked back to sarahnken's place while singing songs loudly. we actually sounded really really drunk, walking and singing and laughing.

back at their house, we played... i can't remember the name of the game. involved killing and saving and cheating and COMMUNAL killing. but before that sarah HAD to show everybody the present i gave her. i know i'm your awesome friend, but that was just embarrassing. [sorry ken, yours is coming... idontknowwhen].

all in all, a good day.

ok, no time for anything else. signing out.

i like you

i like you
i like the things you do
you make me want to be a better man
you make me want to understand how you
could do the things you do
i like you

sunday morning

it's been more than a month and finally...

i'm blogging!!
and this time i'm determined not to make any spelling mistakes.

first... [this is for esther]
EAGLES BEAT THE SWANS!!!

second, it's the school holidays, and i went to sleep at 9 last night. i completely conked out after work. i was so tired. and then i got a fever. this always happens during the holidays. i've found that every time the holidays come around, i get sick. i didn't even eat a proper dinner *sniff*

working at the royal show is interesting. i get to go in for free everyday. but it means i miss church and youth for a week because it takes so damn long to commute everyday. but the bosses are nice, and we get free lunch. there's also lots of really great pictures to take, if only i could remember to bring my camera...

i'm desperately trying to remember what's happened in the last month since i've blogged. obviously nothing very important, since i can't remember. there's all this hype about the upcoming dinner dance at school, and i don't know why. ok, so it's somewhere fancy, and you get a nice dinner.. but beyond that, the only thing you have left to do is...... camwhore and dance. my mum can cook great dinners too.

oh yeah, rick told me steve irwin died. i thought he was bullying me again. then i saw the news. and steve irwin actually died. how crap.

things i want to do: play soccer and badminton [again]. we played soccer during care group last week, and i realized that even if i can't kick straight, i can still run around like a headless chicken and get in everybody's way. and at least i kick straighter than kavan who "accidentallÿ" kicked his penalty shot right into my face. good thing my body can work faster than my brain and a broken face was avoided.

played baddy with the guys at school last week too. they don't like playing with the girls, sexist boys. i can see why though, sometimes i don't like playing with the girls too. i can't play as well as them, but boys think they know everything better than girls, and they can't lose. idiots. half of them don't even know how to score properly. [thank you to all those people from church who taught me how].

i want to go for family night on friday. it's been a year since i've had mooncake XD. sigh.

then again, it's been three years since i've been back to Malaysia, so i guess i can wait a while longer.

my mum just touched my head and i have a fever again. she told my sister "that silly girl in there doesn't even know she has a fever". reminded me of the time i had a fever so bad i didn't know i had it. because when i touched my head, it felt cold, but then i realized that it only felt cold cause my hands were really, really, really hot. i feel ok though, so maybe my brain's already been fried to the max. i don't even feel hungry.

mum's just found the panadol. hurray for me. she's also determined to force some food down my throat now. i'm really not hungry. i need a doctor.

i got my AMC results back the other day. [AMC is a math competition in the form of a math test. you're comepting with people in the same year in the same state]. right after i came out of the paper, í knew i'd crapped it up. i seriously thought i would get a credit. not participation, cause i know i answered some right. but i thought it was credit for me. [PRIZE is the highest award, then HIGH DISTINCTION, DISTINCTION, CREDIT, then PARTICIPATION]

turns out i got 62 points. out of 120. i was in the same division last year, and i managed to get 66. i got a distinction, and i was so freaking happy. i mean, people around me are getting HDs, and i was so happy with my distinction. i see a pattern evolving with my results though...
year 8: prize
year 9: HD
year 10: D
do we want to know what i'll get in year 11, and then year 12?

the other day me, amy, and ee wah were talking. and i can't remember what i said, but i used a word with four syllables. might have been "mitsubishi", but i can't remember. anyway...

amy: WHOA, mitsubishi *counts syllables with fingers*'. that's a huge word.
me: err... ok...
*we continue talking for a while, but ee wah is unusually quiet*
ee wah: *suddenly* HIPPOPOTAMUS*
amy: WHOA, HIPPOPOTAMUS *counts syllables*. THAT'S FIVE SYLLALLALALALABLES. WHOAAA!!!
ee wah: *smugly* what about hippopotamusES
amy: WHOA!!!!

yes, these are my friends.