February « 2006 « Chooeee

February 24, 2006

I'd rather you keep your foot to yourself.

So, what has been happening lately?

Well, I found out that I look like this animal and that animal, but just not very human. I’mma shave my eyebrows off, ’cause apparently they make me look like a fox.
Not the “Foxy Lady” kind, but the “Sly Fox” kind.

I also found out that a few people think I’m the miang, dirty-minded female.
But it’s mainly just curiosity.
And through this curiosity, I’ve found out a lot of awfully disturbing things regarding my very own classmates.

I found out that people whom I thought did not know I had a blog, actually read my blog.
It’s a bit unnerving sometimes, ’cause you’d be talking, and out of the blue someone says, “Oh yeah. I read that from your blog.”
Then you’d frantically try and recall if you had written anything bad about that person.

It’s nice when you know there actually are people who read what you write. And I have a commentor! It’s awfully nice that she took the time to read what I had written, and even nicer that she took the time to comment on so many of them.

I know this is so totally random and stupid, but here it is.

I find my tuition teacher’s husband very, very irritating. He’s a downright pain in the back.

I know, like, he’s not even my husband, why do I have to care?

But he’s disrupting the class, I tell you.

My tuition teacher has this daughter, right, a very cute baby. VERY cute. Sometimes, my tuition teacher’s Irritating Husband would carry the baby over to where we were having our class, and start making annoying sounds.
The type of sound you really dislike, but just can’t block it out and ignore, and so it really gets on your nerves.
I know this will sound so completely stupid, but it was almost as if the guy was ‘chuan‘-ing us that he has a very cute baby, and, well, we do not.

But today was so much worse.

I was doing my Form 4 revision work, ‘Pembezaan’.

I’m not particularly good in Pembezaan, so I was obviously concentrating very, very hard.

Then the Irritating Husband came, carrying his cute baby.

But I ignored, and I continued, and I concentrated.

delta-y/delta-x = dy/dx
“Wuttashit Ohmygoodness Idon’tknowhowtodo!”

So I figured I’d take a look at my friend’s answer. So I lifted my head and turned to my right.

And Oh My Goodness.

This really really really hairy, so-much-bulu-like-forest leg was right next to me!

Like, so close his hairs were even touching the edge of my paper.

Perhaps I’m just being overly sensitive, but I dislike it when I’m concentrating on something, and you put your leg of hairs beside me and not tell me about it, and have me scare myself upon seeing those ugly toes right next to my eraser.

And if my mom was there, she’d be reprimanding him for “showing disrespect towards the table”. Like, how can you put your foot on top of the very thing you use to study, or eat, upon?

Speaking of studying, I am not the only one who has not yet started doing it.

I’m not worried about the exams.

I’m worried about not being worried about the exams.

Five days before Examination Day 1, and I just have to wait ’till now to suddenly have the urge to browse through our old bookshelf, in search of old books to read.

I’ve found books dating back to the 1950′s, and they’re all really interesting.

Best of all, they have that ‘old book’ smell.

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 3:14 pm

February 21, 2006

I am whining. I blame Manwir.

Okay so, everything was pretty much normal today. Yeah. And Manwir showed signs of PMS again. If you think about it, she shows signs of PMS almost everyday. I remember last year, it had been a joke, that Manwir had PPMS. Perpetual Pre Menstrual Syndrome.

And she does not mengamalkan nilai Bersimpati. Or Bertimbang rasa.

It’s not very often that I finish my homework on time, and I actually took the effort to finish an entire essay. I could not hand it in on Friday ’cause I had done it in the wrong book. So I figured I’d go home and copy the entire thing onto foolscap paper.

Then it was Monday. We didn’t have English period. I figured I’d hand it in on Tuesday.

And it turned out, she didn’t want to accept them anymore. She didn’t want to accept anything after the due date. She was really mad, ’cause half the class didn’t bother to hand the thing in. Well, most of them didn’t bother writing it.

Okay la, her being angry at us, I don’t blame her. But she wants to deduct FIVE marks off our English exam. FIVE marks!

That is a lot.

So EuJoe and I tried to explain to her that we finished the thing last week, and wanted to hand it in but couldn’t due to the fact that we wrote in in our exercise book instead of a foolscap paper.

Well, it was true what.

She doesn’t have to accept our essays. She doesn’t have to mark it. But couldn’t she at least not deduct marks off our exams?

I mean, at least we bothered enough to go home and copy the entire thing again onto our papers. And mind you, it wasn’t short. I could’ve just handed in my exercise book.

She asked us why we couldn’t have copied it in school on Friday. Well, that thing’s long enough to make me not feel like copying it in school before the bell rings, besides, it’s not like I’d have been able to finish it anyway.

GAH.

I am mostly mad because it is five marks gone. It’s the only subject I could try and get an A in, I mean, doing well in Physics and Chemistry is hard for people like me, you know.

Sad thing was, EuJoe actually made the effort to call me twice the night before to ask about the essay. If you know EuJoe, you’d know his attitude towards homework is, like, so so ‘tidak-apa’. And he actually made an effort to write a nice essay.

Haha, naturally, he was pissed too. He wrote down Manwir’s car number plate, and apparently wanted to puncture its tires/ spray graffiti on it.

I’ve wasted a lot of time on it, writing it the first time, and it was already long enough, then copying the entire thing again, and I even added an extra paragraph the second time around in hopes of making it nicer. Now Andrew says I can just rip the thing off, and I get to have marks deducted off my exams.

Conclusion: We dislike Manwir. Never liked her.

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What else? Oh. I read Zihui’s tag message on my tagboard, and I realized, yeahorh, I have been doing a lot of times already.

Doing what? Talking about death lor.

Like, what if I die? What if you die?

‘Cause really, I am terribly, terribly afraid of it. Not of death, but of being forgotten.

Okay la, say it in a nicer way.

I am terribly afraid of not making a lasting mark before I leave.

So there.

Stuffed under School n' Stuff at 10:14 am

February 18, 2006

I almost got a death clock for my birthday.

Well, yeah. I normally would love something like that, ’cause it is a novelty kind of thing, but not for my birthday.

Anyway.

I have a list of things that I think about all the time. Or at least, I think about really frequently.
Be informed though, “what am I going to eat next?” is not one of them. (Mind you, I do ask myself that all too often, but it’s not a Deep Question Regarding Life.)

One of my top Deep Questions Regarding Life is, ironically, about Death.

I know you know that any of us could die any minute. You could be alive and well one second, and cold stiff with death the next. Everybody knows that, but how many of us actually feel it? I don’t mean you have to go like, “Gosh. I feel I’m dying in about an hour from now.” No, I meant truly understand the vulnerability of life.

A couple of years back, this boy suddenly fell off his chair and died, in the middle of a school examination. (Apparently, it was of some undetected disease.) He didn’t know he was going to die; in fact he probably stayed up late the night before, doing last minute studying and hoping he’d pass this paper of his. (True story. Not kidding.)

Then there was this woman, who was in her house, going about her daily business. You would think she was safe, wouldn’t you? She probably did so too, until a plane went off course and came crashing down on her house, and ultimately, on her. Tell me, how random is that? I could be at home right now, blissfully surfing the net, and the next thing I know a plane could come crashing down. On exactly where I am. Knock on wood! (Also true story. Not kidding.)

Or what about that incident which only happened last holiday. This young Malay boy was enjoying kuih with his friends, and when he was done he figured he wanted a wash of hands. So he dipped his fingers into the waters of a nearby fountain. And he got electrocuted. His father came and found his lifeless body lying in the middle of the fountain’s waters. (True story!)

Now here’s the big question: How many of you have dipped your hands into the waters of fountains (regardless of large or small ones), all because your hands were itching to do something? I know I have. Loads of times. The thought of being electrocuted never crossed my mind. It probably never crossed that little boy’s mind too when he dipped his hands into the fountain. How was he to know it would be his last time ever doing that. How would you know when would be your last time?

That’s the thing. We never would know.

And I’m not talking about just you, either. I’m talking about the people around you. They could dip their hands into fountains and have something happen to them out of the blue, for all you know. (My gosh, knock hard on wood!)

So yes, death could be just a stone’s throw away. It’s a scary thought, isn’t it? But death itself isn’t scary; it’s the prospect of leaving everything unfinished behind that is terrifying. You know, that last hug for your mom, that last present for your friend, that prom night that you would never get to go to, explaining your heart to that special one, things like that.

But you know what scares me the most? (I’m going to sound extremely narcissistic and self-conceited here, so bear with me.)

I am most afraid of not being remembered. Sure (some) people are going to mourn and sob the first couple of days, but months after my death, I never want people to go, “Chooiyen who?”

But maybe I should rephrase that.

*afterthought*

I am most afraid of not being remembered for something great.

Because I believe that I (well yeah, everyone) is destined for greatness of one kind or another. That’s what we all believe, isn’t it? That we are fated for great things. No one wants to leave before they realize whatever it is.

Of course, we’re not greedy people. We don’t aspire to be remembered like how people now remember Leonardo Da Vinci. We don’t need people to study our works years later like we study the laws of Newton. All we want is for people to not go, “Chooiyen ah, she was an okay girl, I guess. Don’t really know her well. Was nothing outstanding,” during our funeral.

But we all want to leave our mark before we go. Like just one exceptional piece of art, or one tear-wrenching novel, or a song that sends torrents of emotions to whoever listening to it.

You know how to feel prepared? Write a will. And I’m not kidding. Not a legal will regarding the distribution of your land and money. Just a written, non-official one.

‘Cause I still wouldn’t want my parents to read my diaries and go through my art journals and letters and a bunch of things I’ve written, even when I’m gone.
But I would want my friends to have them, because hey, my friends would probably know what I would’ve written in my diaries anyway.

(What about the lies, huh? You wouldn’t want your parents to know you’ve been doing things you shouldn’t have done, would you? Besides, there’s something embarrassing about having so much of yourself exposed to your parents.)

And then there’s the issue of having everyone know just how much you appreciate him or her. You know, “I so so love you! Just wanted you to know, in case something happens to me.”

Just like that Motley Crue song.

If I die tomorrow
As the minutes fade away
I can’t remember
Have I said all I can say?

You’re my everything
You make me feel so alive

If I die tomorrow

Well. Just so you guys know, I absolutely appreciate you guys. Especially my very closest friends. And if you’re still reading this, thank you for being patient enough to go through my very long post.

You know, just in case I… yeah.

Hahah.

Stuffed under 'Bit More Serious at 2:57 pm

February 17, 2006

My tuition teacher is pissed. And I am scared.

Today was a weird day. Well, for one, a lot of people were in a bad mood.

Especially my tuition teacher.

During the first 30 minutes of our class, she was practically screaming add math solutions and formulas at us.

“WHY YOU CANNOT REMEMBER? YOU MUST ADD LOG! MAKE ASAS SAMA!”

I dunno why she was that mad, but she was so angry that her voice was quivering when she talked. And my tuition mates and I so, so kena-ed.

“WHAT IS ‘Z’?”

“Uhh.. kecerunan?”

“NO! HOW CAN THIS BE KECERUNAN! YOU UNDERSTAND WAN OR NOT!”

Honestly, it was very very scary. One wrong word and she’d start screaming at you again.

Anyway. Totally different thing altogether.

I was taking photos with a group of people today, and we did various lame-ass poses, and then we did some even lamer-ass poses, and when we were done, I heard one of them say, “Wah, didn’t know take photos also can be this fun hor.”

Well, well. Too bad la, what have you been doing with your cameras? Take boring, one-two-three-cheese photos?

One classmate also asked me, “Eh, you buy handycam, got use often wan meh?”

Wah. He so doesn’t know. He thought I probably wouldn’t use the video-recording function, but he doesn’t know I’ve got the funniest arsed videos recorded in it!

The weirdest one has definitely got to be the Mr. Loh moment.

“You marry Mr.Loh lah! He is so rich!”

“I like long haired people. Mr.Loh one bulu also dun have!”

“Nevermind ah! You can help him dye his head ah!”

“HE DUN HAVE HAIR, DYE WHAT HEAD!”

Hahah. I cannot help it, it still cracks me up.

Anyway. I guess when you hang out with people like Eng Fui and Chuan Ling, taking weird photos is routine. There’s nothing special in posed-perfect-smiles kind of photos, because they are boring. And they’re not much fun also.

“I didn’t know taking photos could be this fun”, you just know the person who said this probably have not taken a whole lot of photos before. Or at least, a whole lot of embarrassing photos.

My would kill me if she knew I brought that videocam to school.

I dunno, I absolutely love taking photos, I can only admit that in my blog, so I cannot believe it when someone tells me they don’t take photos much. Like, whaaaiiii?

Then someone asked, “Why would you want to spend almost RM2000 on cameras? I’d rather spend on cellphone loh.”

But then hor, if you don’t have a decent camera, what are you going to remember your teenage years with?

Memories? BAH, to hell with memory!

Cellphones, they don’t do much, do they? Call friend la, SMS friend la. Use to chuan people la.

My aunt is coming over. I have to go clean my room. Believe it or not, it has come to such an extent that my mom doesn’t even bother nagging me to clean it. She doesn’t even want to look at it. I have CDs on the floor. And my unworn PJK shirt. And bits of leftovers from graph papers I used for maths.

I never get to cleaning things up, because it doesn’t bother me. My room’s messy, not dirty. ‘Why bother?’, I ask.

Am I a girl, or am I a girl.

Stuffed under School n' Stuff at 3:17 pm

February 15, 2006

Randoms

Hey everyone! You know, regarding yesterday’s post… it is not Chooiyen trying to hint anyone!
See, if I had a boyfriend, then I’d probably be nudge-nudge-ing him into doing something romantic la, but I do NOT have a boyfriend, hint what hint, hint my ownself mehhhhhh?

Now you make me very yuu liao la.

Next time I post I must try and read it like how Li-Ann and ZiHui would read it. Lest they get wrong ideas again.

Cheeeeeh.

But haven’t you ever feel you WANT to do something romantic for someone, but because you’re a girl, the list of romantic things you can do are automatically cut down to only a handful?

I mean like, if I were a guy, and I liked a girl, or had a girlfriend, I’d have so much fun thinking up all these romantic stuff, and I’d have even more fun carrying my plans out.

Yealah, fun. And full of love, too.

Anyway.

Here, there’s this song that I really like, which I figured everybody else would love also.
Yeah. So go listen to Fort Minor’s Where’d You Go.

It’s a little like the Fort Minor version of Linkin Park’s My December. Something like that.

And everybody knows My December is one of LP’s best gloomy songs ever.

Anyway. We did our English oral presentation today. Gah, I’ve got this feeling a lot of people didn’t quite understand our story.

It was the kind of inspirational story that has a slight twist at the end, and they were suppposed to go, “Oooohh….” after the last line was uttered, because that was where the twist was, but everybody basically only stared at us. Or maybe I was just imagining it la.

Bah, whatever.

Nothing feels more irritating than having an itch to write something, but not being able to think of something to write about.

Hmm.

But before I click “Publish Post”, here’s a little something from a song. Three lines. If you listen to them in the song, the lines sound awfully nice.

You’re just accross the street
Looks a mile to my feet

I wanna go to yoouuu….

Hmm.

Stuffed under Quick updates at 11:08 am

February 14, 2006

Valentine's Day

You know, I have always wondered how different being a guy would be from being a girl. Sure girls get to choose between putting on make-up and not putting on makeup, wearing skirts or pants, have dangly earring or not have dangly earrings.

Girls have all the choices. But boys have it better.

Boys get to do all the things girls aren’t normally allowed to.

Boys get to stay overnight at a friend’s place with 10 other guys. Girls have to ask her parents, at the right time, and even then it could very well be a ‘no’.

Boys get to stay out until 2am, then take public transport home together. Girls hardly ever get to stay out until 12, and have to wait for their parents to come fetch them.

But whatever. It is not important. Because “My Momma Says”, sick perverts are always on the lookout for young girls.

But you know what makes being a guy so much easier?

Boys get to do romantic things for girls, while girls have to wait for guys to do romantic things for them.

Yeah I know, very ‘lao tu’, right?

Valentine’s Day is so so near today, and admit it, girls can, at most, make cards, bake cakes, create handmade gifts, and cook for a guy. And that is considered romantic enough. But there are so many other things that guys get to do!

Here, my fellow blog browsers, is the lost of Things I’d Do If I Were A Guy:

Write a song for Girl
I’d write the most awesome song ever. Accompanied by the most hauntingly beautiful melody. And I’d sing it to her, and it’d so totally floor her. And if I can’t come up with a decent melody, which I really can’t, then I’d ask my song-writing friend to come up with one for me. And if worse comes to worst, and I don’t have a good song-writing friend who can write melodies and keep a secret (Girl can never know Hauntingly Beautiful Melody wasn’t written by me), or if I don’t have a good song-writing friend period, then I’d just write the most make-your-heart-cry set of lyrics ever, do without the melody, and call it a poem. Good eh?
Because not everybody has had songs written about, or for, them.

Make a scrapbook for Girl
I dunno, I just love scrapbooks. So I just assume all girls like scrapbooks. Especially the messy, very-full-looking ones. I’d fill them with all the photos and bits of memory pieces of, who else, ourselves la.
Actually, girls making scrapbooks, really isn’t anything special.
But guys making scrapbooks.. is something.
So if I were a guy, I’d make one.

Light up fireworks for Girl
Okay, so this is not an original idea. A friend of mine would probably start nodding her head half-aggressively, and go, “Yeah, YEAH! Copy!”
This is not my own idea, but it is on my list, because it is just so so romatic.
If I were a guy, I’d ask Girl out at night, and I’d surprise her with 5 minutes of the most amazing fireworks display ever. And at the end, she’d so totally be crying.
Not out of sadness that I’ve wasted a thousand RM’s on the fireworks, but because she was so moved emotionally. Mm-hmm.

Make feel-good home video for Girl
Record it. I’d record myself telling her just how much she means to me (remember, if I were a GUY!), and I’d try and sound sweet, but not too Sweet, ’cause then it might not sound very Honest. Still, sweet enough to floor her.
And I’d make it funny, too. No one wants to watch something that gives them goosepimples. ‘Funny’ would be just right to balance out the ‘Sentimental’.
Because everybody needs to be told that they’re worth something. Everybody needs a Feel-Good CD/ tape/ movie-file-in-computer, for watching during those ‘down’ times.

Sing Savage Garden’s I Knew I Loved You
Why that song leh? Because it is so obviously the most beautiful love song ever.
MOST BEAUTIFUL.
So beautiful in fact, you can forget about everything else on that list. Just sing this song, and she’d so totally melt, and she’d forget you didn’t even buy her a card.
Yeah.

I knoo I loh-ved yoo, befoh I met yoo!

But I’m not a guy, so yeah.

By the way, Ker Lei had brought on the idea that Valentine’s Day is absolutely, positively, so very-very commercialized. So much worse than Christmas even.

Yeah. With all the Rm100++ Valentine’s Day set meals, Rm100++ soft toys (like, did you read it? RM900 pink bear!), RM100++ Valentine’s bouquet, RM100++ everything, how can you not call it ‘milking-money-out-of-consumers’?

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 10:45 am

February 10, 2006

Smile like you mean it

For the first time ever since I downloaded the world mood thing, “The world feels Happy” tonight.
It is actually a very nice change, because the world had always been “Bored” or “Lonely” a lot of times.

I guess the world never really has been very positive, or optimistic.

I have to say. I am very Happy also.

Very very very Happy.

A big smile doesn’t even cut it.

We need a Big, Big, Uber Massive smile!

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 4:35 pm

February 6, 2006

Kimia / CDs / Angpaos

So, last night, which was Sunday night, which was the night of the last day of our holidays, I finally decided to do my homework.

I was still too lazy to do maths.

Then I realize, oh shit, I ‘ve got to do Kimia PEKA.
And then I realize, oh shit, I don’t even know which page in the textbook to turn and refer to.
And then I realize, oh sit oh shit, it’s already 10 pm!

I was on the verge of panicking! (Lesson learnt: Do not do things last minute.)

So I sms-ed a couple of people. But 5 minutes later, I still didn’t get a reply.

So I went online.
(Apparently, one of the couple didn’t have credit left. The other one didn’t hear the sms coming in.)

Then I (frantically) asked one of them what were our homework.

And the reply?

“Dunno. I lazy do lah. Tomorrow go school only ask lah.”

Wah, and did that one sentence (Okay, two. Three.) completely changed me! I decided not to do my homework also. And in the end, I spent my remaining waking hours on the web.

I have to say, I was frantic because I thought a lot of people would have done Kimia PEKA, or at least finished maths.

Well, well. I was very wrong. Almost everyone around me didn’t finish their homework. (Why must do? CNY mah!)

If I had known… I wouldn’t have bothered also. Not that I really bothered anyway.

Anyway! I got two CDs today! Actually, I didn’t get them myself. It’s supposed to be my be-very-lated birthday present.

I’m especially happy because CDs are (one of ) my favourite things, and I’ve never gotten CDs from people before. ‘Cept from family members la, but that doesn’t count.

So I got Fall Out Boy. And also, Jimmy Eat World, which is the imported, two-disc copy that costs RM70+, or so I was told.

And I got a card, which was really nothing different, ‘cept for the fact that the people who wrote in it just had to mention my pink room! Everyone of them! My room is not THAT shade of pink, okay! It’s a very yeng, peachy-orange shade of pink. I call it ‘pink’, because ‘peachy-orange’ is hard to say. Waste saliva.

Oh did I mention, my sister, and my elder cousin sister, are in absolute envy of my striped cheetah! My sister says she wants one like that for her birthday.

If she’s trying to hint me into buying her one, she’s only wasting her saliva.

I’d probably just get the cheap version that has random hairs falling off, or something.

I finally opened my angpaos, and I was looking through the one my father gave me, and I realized there was a RM1 note amongst the RM50 notes. WAH. If I hadn’t checked properly (yeah, money must check), I’d have been RM49 poorer.

Hao cai wo you check!

Stuffed under School n' Stuff at 12:04 pm

February 5, 2006

Killing time the wrong way

So. Lately I’ve been feeling a little lazy. I didn’t do most of my tuition homework.

One tuition mate asked if I did “Question Number 19″, and when I said I didn’t do, she asked if I had forgotten.

I said No, I was Lazy.

Another tuition mate heard my answer, the both of them gasped and said, “Wah, unbelievable!”

I may not finish my school homework, but I always always make sure my tuition homework is done. Heck, I even do my ‘Pembetulan’, something almost nobody ever bothers doing.

Talk about setting my priorities straight.

Okay lah. I have something to show you all.

I spent my entire afternoon browsing for FireFox extensions, and downloaded a whole lot of them. A LOT.

What can I say, I was extremely bored. And I needed an excuse to not do my tuition homework. It was Add Maths, you see.

I have to say, the most useful ones are Tabbrowser Extension (now I don’t even have to click to switch tabs. I just POINT) and the Session Saver. Say buh-bye to lost blog entries due to crashes! IE Tab very useful also.

There were a lot more. I even downloaded this thingie that shows you what mood the world is in today. But I’m guessing it won’t be too long before the novelty wears off.

But nevertheless.

Oh. Did I mention? I have found the best FireFox theme evaaarr!

Lookie lookie. (But you gotta clicky clicky to lookie lookie.)

It is overdone, super super pimp-ified, uber tacky, uber flashy, but uber uber nice! Pimpin’ power!

See the bling bling icons at the top of the page? See the gold scrollbar? See the leapord print background?

Fortunately, “You don’t have to be a pimp to use this theme”. I am so super vain, I wouldn’t have downloaded this if I hadn’t seen this sentence. Because I know I am not a pimp.

No skin is as good as this! I should know, I’ve seen and used so many.

It is so good, even the ‘Options’ window is nicer than everybody else’s.

I don’t usually do this when I change new skins. But this skin is too good to not share it with people. Honestly. Now I’m going to go online so much more, just to see my uber chun FireFox browser window.

It is so nice to have a bling-bling browser. Who would want boring looking, very-normal-nothing-special themes when you have bling-bling browsers? HUH?

(Okay la. That is slightly over the top. Getting a new skin does not excite me that much.)

By the way, did you spot the little emoticon-like thing at the bottom right corner of the window? That’s the Mood Tap. I was feeling calm. But the world was bored. Useless extension, but what the heck.

Almost a month ago, I was browsing Downloads.com, and downloaded a few other stuff.

GIMP, as a sub for Photoshop; MaxType, for typing practices (this does not imply that I suck at typing!); Bible Software, for moments when manually flipping to a certain book and chapter and verse sounds like a huge effort; and Ultra Hal, for when you’d rather be read to, instead of reading large amounts of texts yourself.

Did I mention, I was browsing for skins for my music player also? Yeah.

I was very, very bored, you see. I needed something to do.

I must stop downloading stuff just to kill time. Honestly!

Stuffed under Uncategorized at 9:01 am

February 4, 2006

Ask God. What about homosexuality?

The issue of homosexuality is being discussed a lot among my aunts and uncles recently. For what reason, I’ll keep it a secret.

Still. I have been thinking about it a lot lately.

I have absolutely NOTHING against gays and lesbians, but my aunts and uncles, and also my mom, seem to think that it is just so, so wrong.

I was looking at the ‘What the Bible Says About‘ pages at the back of the bible, and found ‘HOMOSEXUALITY‘.

Leviticus 20:13, “If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman, both of them must be put to death. What they have done is detestable. They must be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.”

1 Corinthians 6:9-11, “Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdon of God? Do not be deceved: Neither the sexually immoral … nor homosexual offenders … will inherit the kingdom of God.”

So it is made very very obvious. Homosexuality isn’t just wrong in the sense that it is against the norm of the society, it is also wrong because it is against the word of God. Frankly, I was hoping the bible might say something positive about homosexuality, but I really should have known better.

Man and woman were created to be together.

“Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man”

But have you ever stop to think.

Some people are born with genetic abnormalities.

“God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.”

So, God created them. They were born with it. One person I know was born with unmentionables unlike every other person’s, he had been girly since young, and now he has declared himself gay.

The question we have to ask, did God choose to create them like this?

Because it wasn’t their choice. Then why do they have to “be put to death”, and “not inherit the kingdoom of God”?

It is very, very unfair for him.

He is now being said to go against the word of God, and will suffer the penalties much later, when in fact, it is most likely God himself who created him like this. (Remember the unmentionables? Born with it!)

And this person I know isn’t even happy with his situation.

Like I said, very unfair.

Stuffed under 'Bit More Serious at 9:30 am


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