tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50650166649203593852009-06-09T20:53:24.859+08:00BeatsAbelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-84332230749050614882009-06-09T20:47:00.002+08:002009-06-09T20:53:24.866+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/Si5bOWV3uuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1REtkVytZyY/s1600-h/vine_silhouette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/Si5bOWV3uuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/1REtkVytZyY/s320/vine_silhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345310109808966370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">"Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit He prunes, that it may bear more fruit"<br /><br /></div><br />Thank You, Lord<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-8433223074905061488?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-90327717361530328242009-05-08T17:28:00.006+08:002009-05-08T17:56:59.764+08:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lklESQmOODY&amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed><br /><br /><strong>A heart-wrenching, utterly saddening video about my country's government and the police force. How absurd, that as the crime rates escalate in the nation, the police are unscrupulously arresting people with opinions- the very people our country needs! How will the young learn to love their country and all its ideals, when the people who do are put behind bars and silenced? How will the ones with a heart for this land; the people who have been jealously guarding its reputation and serving the government continue, without thoughts of leaving and bitterness if they stay?</strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></p><p></p><p></p></span><p></p><p><strong>The young can, and the people who love this country can, <span style="font-size:130%;"><em>with</em> a stronger <span style="color:#ffffff;">resolve</span></span>.</strong> <strong>Let's not lose hope.</strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-9032771736153032824?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-45005571458654924222009-05-06T21:50:00.007+08:002009-05-06T22:13:18.002+08:00To my uni friends and fellow (stressed up) students,<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SgGVuZViryI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zZu0Xi19seU/s1600-h/cartoonGrad.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SgGVuZViryI/AAAAAAAAAfA/zZu0Xi19seU/s320/cartoonGrad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332708058091138850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The cause <span style="font-size:130%;">></span> the cost </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br />:><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-4500557145865492422?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-33699190190996085482009-05-06T21:02:00.012+08:002009-05-06T22:11:17.069+08:00Religion and grace<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"In church the other Sunday, I was intent on a small child turning around smiling at everyone. He wasn't gurgling, spitting, humming, kicking, tearing the hymnals, or rummaging through his mother's handbag. He was just smiling. Finally, his mother jerked him about and in a stage whisper that could be heard in a little theater off Broadway said, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Stop that grinning! You're in church!" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">With that, she gave him a belt and as the tears tolled down his cheeks added, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"That's better," and returned to her prayers....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Suddenly I was angry. It occurred to me the entire world is in tears, and if you're not, then you'd better get with it. I wanted to grab this child with the tear-stained face close to me and tell him about my God. The happy God. The smiling God. The God who had to have a sense of humor to have created the likes of us...By tradition, one wears faith with the solemnity of a mourner, the gravity of a mask of tragedy, and the dedication of a Rotary badge.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">What a fool, I thought. Here was a woman sitting next to the only light in our civilization- the only hope, our only miracle- our only promise of infinity. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If he couldn't smile in church, where was there left to go?"</span><br />-Erma Bombeck (in What's so amazing about grace? by Philip Yancey)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The tragedy of contemporary Christianity is despite the radical truth about grace it carries, followers adulterate the message of the Cross with worldly legalism and self-righteousness. The world continues to cry for grace and a love that is beyond man's limited capacity to give while elitism creeps into the religious circles.<br /><br />What a sobering reminder to me... that we, who have the truth and the gift of grace, are capable of betraying the people who need them the most. Non-conformity, if not balanced with grace and a heart for the people can easily turn into religious exclusiveness. If we serve a God of grace, we must be people of grace.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-3369919019099608548?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-61561966776453270672009-04-26T22:36:00.001+08:002009-04-26T22:42:25.164+08:00<span class="sqq">“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.”</span>-Sun Tzu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-6156196677645327067?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-76842129161719538702009-03-21T11:13:00.009+08:002009-03-21T12:05:56.430+08:00A vaporous lifeIt is said...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">An average woman, over a lifetime,</span><br />- Spends <span style="font-weight: bold;">2</span> years getting ready for a function<br />- Cleans her household and performs chores for <span style="font-weight: bold;">2 and a half</span> years<br />- Cooks for <span style="font-weight: bold;">3</span> years<br />- Spends <span style="font-weight: bold;">6</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> years watching television<br />- Talks on the phone for <span style="font-weight: bold;">5 and a half </span>years<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">An average man, over a lifetime,</span><br />- Spends <span style="font-weight: bold;">10 and a half</span> years working in his office<br /><span>-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 6</span> months getting ready for a function (as opposed to 2 years for women)<br /><span>-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 1</span> year shopping<br /><span>-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 2</span> years exercising<br /><span>-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 3</span> years in the toilet (as opposed to 6 months for women)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One wonders how much can be achieved or experienced in a short lifetime of </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;">70 </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;">year</span>s</span>, when one is awake for<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;">50</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"> years</span> (</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;">20</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"> years</span> spent sleeping), out of which<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;">2 week</span>s</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> are spent waiting for red traffic lights to change and</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">3 years</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> are spent waiting for others (possibly getting ready for a function).<br /><br />Truly, the average human doesn't have much time on his hands. God speed<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-7684212916171953870?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-53853831565449824702009-03-12T17:40:00.015+08:002009-03-13T11:26:04.957+08:00A matter of greeting<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br />Eastern pride says "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I'm fine</span>" when the opposite is true.<br />Western pride asks "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Hi, how are you?</span>" when there is in fact no interest.<br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Simple greetings tell much about us. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-5385383156544982470?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-92027043992975661892009-03-06T11:52:00.004+08:002009-03-06T11:56:31.486+08:00Quote<div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">"Sad is the day for any man when he becomes absolutely satisfied with the life that he is living, the thoughts he is thinking and the deeds he is doing; until there ceases to be forever beating at the door of his soul a desire to do something larger which he seeks and knows he was meant and intended to do."</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">-Philips Brooks</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-9202704399297566189?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-10781549986052700312009-02-11T00:46:00.011+08:002009-02-11T18:31:00.426+08:00Be not weary of well doing<span style="font-weight: bold;">In my absence I've been reading quite a fair bit, and I chanced upon the story of John Wesley who wrote his last letter to William Wilberforce, the man we remember today for his opposition of slavery. It was a significant letter for the both of them- for Wesley because it was to be the last recorded letter of his life, and for Wilberforce because upon receiving the letter he had just suffered another defeat in one of his many futile attempts to abolish the cruel practice of slave trade. The words of this letter, however, inspired Wilberforce many a time in years to come to continue in his effort until finally, the Parliament outlawed the practice in 1807.</span><br /><br /><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"><small>Balam, February 24, 1791</small> </p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;">Dear Sir: </p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;">Unless the divine power has raised you us to be as Athanasius contra mundum, I see not how you can go through your glorious enterprise in opposing that execrable villainy which is the scandal of religion, of England, and of human nature. Unless God has raised you up for this very thing, you will be worn out by the opposition of men and devils. But if God be for you, who can be against you? Are all of them together stronger than God? O be not weary of well doing! Go on, in the name of God and in the power of his might, till even American slavery (the vilest that ever saw the sun) shall vanish away before it. </p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;">Reading this morning a tract wrote by a poor African, I was particularly struck by that circumstance that a man who has a black skin, being wronged or outraged by a white man, can have no redress; it being a "law" in our colonies that the oath of a black against a white goes for nothing. What villainy is this?</p><p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;">That he who has guided you from youth up may continue to strengthen you in this and all things, is the prayer of, dear sir, </p><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Your affectionate servant,<br />John Wesley</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"O be not weary of well doing!"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-1078154998605270031?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-60523708575426453672009-01-23T23:10:00.002+08:002009-01-23T23:51:03.222+08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Happy Chinese New Year and happy holidays to all :></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-6052370857542645367?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-50693062675337720342009-01-16T00:39:00.019+08:002009-01-16T09:46:55.444+08:00Moments Captured (Dec to Jan)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9qZUGOZqI/AAAAAAAAAec/joRZM8smJd8/s1600-h/n891325424_4951409_2865.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9qZUGOZqI/AAAAAAAAAec/joRZM8smJd8/s320/n891325424_4951409_2865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291565070307714722" border="0" /></a>Some of the guys in my cell, after a hike in FRIM. A good bunch who remind me of my own youth.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9pEdGEfoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bqDW4s5xPtg/s1600-h/2008_12_07_083_Youth+Camp_CT%26JT.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9pEdGEfoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bqDW4s5xPtg/s320/2008_12_07_083_Youth+Camp_CT%26JT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563612434103938" border="0" /></a>Photo courtesy of Jonathan, taken during the camp briefing in the youth camp. I served as the Camp Commandant last year, and thoroughly enjoyed the process of planning and executing our plans.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9pWMWjMKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/77MoOWAff5A/s1600-h/IMG_0366.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9pWMWjMKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/77MoOWAff5A/s320/IMG_0366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563917177467042" border="0" /></a>The committee, whom I appreciate very much and are dear friends to me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9piRKhGBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1ug0SRqfYZg/s1600-h/_MG_4627+%28Large%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9piRKhGBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1ug0SRqfYZg/s320/_MG_4627+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564124627605522" border="0" /></a>The 145 of us, unprepared for the shot. Photo courtesy of Leo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9n2aoPbVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kyUZVyqK3p8/s1600-h/IMG_0114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9n2aoPbVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kyUZVyqK3p8/s320/IMG_0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562271742324050" border="0" /></a>This is Eugene Koo, my treasured team member, who leads the group of young guys with me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9oV8M9V-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Sv7tc8MJDAk/s1600-h/IMG_0155.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9oV8M9V-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Sv7tc8MJDAk/s320/IMG_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562813330642914" border="0" /></a>Watching Vegetales intently with some friends, during the Christmas Eve Party.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9osArhrtI/AAAAAAAAAds/ro_LzVC3Of0/s1600-h/IMG_0212.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9osArhrtI/AAAAAAAAAds/ro_LzVC3Of0/s320/IMG_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563192489717458" border="0" /></a>Christmas Day, with Meng Yoe, Joey and Kar Kien.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9oDBUvUfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5B2YMDgdpGg/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9oDBUvUfI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5B2YMDgdpGg/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291562488287941106" border="0" /></a>This is Jason, a close friend of mine from the days of high school whom I think has never been mentioned here. We meet every now and then, and during each time, share and exchange ideas, thoughts and dreams. Soon, Jason leaves to Tasmania to further his law studies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9tea-oiKI/AAAAAAAAAes/Q_iYrbY6kUo/s1600-h/IMG_0357.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9tea-oiKI/AAAAAAAAAes/Q_iYrbY6kUo/s320/IMG_0357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291568456589150370" border="0" /></a>This is a reluctant 'Arsenal' fan whose picture I thought is worth displaying. My fellow 365 committee member and buddy, Daniel Chia.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9stg8lQzI/AAAAAAAAAek/PO1LFLHfCEw/s1600-h/IMG_0373.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9stg8lQzI/AAAAAAAAAek/PO1LFLHfCEw/s320/IMG_0373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291567616377570098" border="0" /></a>Chien Aun, another friend who leaves to continue his studies in Monash Australia soon. A person of well balanced opinions and good sense, I enjoy many engaging conversations with him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9qUt4xFwI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pldOkN59zAg/s1600-h/IMG_0378.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9qUt4xFwI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pldOkN59zAg/s320/IMG_0378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564991331243778" border="0" /></a>This is a shot of a MUFY orientation session in which I came along to assist my youth pastors in, speaking as a Monash student on university life.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9pzKzYudI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UfyL0BV5ZjI/s1600-h/IMG_0370.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SW9pzKzYudI/AAAAAAAAAeM/UfyL0BV5ZjI/s320/IMG_0370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291564414977751506" border="0" /></a>I decided to spend the rest of my holidays helping out at a home for disabled and handicapped children during my free time. The experience alone has many colours to it, and I thoroughly enjoy the kids there. Many have terrible stories to tell, and many of these stories need to be told to the rest.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Have a good week, to all of you. </span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-5069306267533772034?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-80340947798047792122009-01-02T14:31:00.003+08:002009-01-02T14:42:52.553+08:00Happy New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SV23KO6OxdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/p7Syp8nhY9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0341.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SV23KO6OxdI/AAAAAAAAAb8/p7Syp8nhY9Q/s400/IMG_0341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286582924031739346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-8034094779804779212?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-12851431314211221632008-12-19T21:17:00.029+08:002009-05-06T22:35:51.334+08:00UnityA collage is made when cuttings which vary in size, shape and colour are put together meticulously, piece by piece, until a bigger image is formed. Prior to the finished work is the process of sticking these papers which by themselves, bear no logical sense or aesthetic value unto a big sheet or canvas. In isolation, an insignificant, tiny piece of coloured paper is of little value. At a close range, one barely sees a meaningful image when looking at these cuttings. From a distance, the collage, made up by tiny, insignificant pieces makes perfect sense.<br /><br />Unity must never be carelessly equated with similarity, or mere common-ness. To achieve homogeneity (a state in which a group of people are found to be uniform in characteristics and are like-minded to each other) is to achieve nothing more than a comfortable place of similarity. There is no synergy here; there isn't a 'team' of people, rather a ritualistic and bland condition people succumb to which they call 'unity'. On the other hand, to completely advocate 'diversity' may sometimes be folly; we cannot embrace anything under the sun that is right, and wrong too. Unity is more that this.<br /><br />Wars at all levels, from the domestic to the international have been fought because of this very struggle: to embrace the differences, or to stand up against the unacceptable. We know today, many of these wars were justifiable, just as well as we know some of them should never have been fought. We hear unity preached and bellowed from the dim classrooms of our schools to the living rooms where our televisions are.<br /><br />What seems to be lacking however is the understanding that unity is not a single coloured sheet of paper, but a collage of sorts. Yellow and brown are different, yet when put together as one, they present a common picture. The educators need to know: achieving unity is NOT by making the people homogeneous through the pages of national History books. The governments need to realise: too much of a single colour ruins the collage. Friends need to see: 'different' is not necessarily 'opposition'. Legalists need to tell apart: tolerance and compromise. To say, "my team is not united because its members are too different from each other" is a false idea. There is only unity where diversity comes together.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-1285143131421122163?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-84279066976653708862008-12-11T23:49:00.004+08:002008-12-11T23:59:29.882+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"You're never closer to defeat as when you are in victory"</span><br /><br />To ponder upon. I pray hype and temporary excitement will not get to us; because a lifelong commitment to die to selfish dreams and lofty desires is what makes it all truly worth it.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-8427906697665370886?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-6816013256811447092008-12-11T22:40:00.010+08:002008-12-11T22:50:16.078+08:00Cats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SUEoG5VsUxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OW6O-28tXIE/s1600-h/funny-pictures-your-vase-was-poorly-designed-for-cat-impact.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SUEoG5VsUxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OW6O-28tXIE/s400/funny-pictures-your-vase-was-poorly-designed-for-cat-impact.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278544337191064338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SUEoAQ4rbHI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1pPLrtyh8Gs/s1600-h/funny-pictures-finished-painting-and-pencil-sketch-of-tiger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SUEnhd5gaBI/AAAAAAAAAas/P9XjB8R6KDY/s400/funny-pictures-cats-are-tiny-ninjas-in-fur-coats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543694169925650" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-681601325681144709?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-4293767524476794822008-11-25T10:49:00.002+08:002008-11-25T10:57:20.375+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SStpgL4Cb1I/AAAAAAAAAak/8n-Mxisf9XU/s1600-h/calvin-writing.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SStpgL4Cb1I/AAAAAAAAAak/8n-Mxisf9XU/s400/calvin-writing.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272423790431858514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SStoFmvZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAac/OgGkXomslQ4/s1600-h/calvin+and+the+universe.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SStoFmvZ6tI/AAAAAAAAAac/OgGkXomslQ4/s400/calvin+and+the+universe.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272422234275310290" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-429376752447679482?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-22351907965134585802008-11-06T00:55:00.008+08:002008-11-06T01:08:23.870+08:00Truly live<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">"</span></span>The paralysis of refusing to act leaves a man exactly where he was before; when once he acts, he is never the same.<br />The moments when I truly live are the moments when I act with my whole will<span style="font-size:180%;">"</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >-Oswald Chambers (My Utmost of His Highest)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">(One of my favourite authors)<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">...But we must not obsess about 'acting', without rightly acting.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-2235190796513458580?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-45366858976649777232008-10-12T21:42:00.003+08:002008-10-12T21:59:22.661+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"Who is the judge?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"The judge is God."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"Why is he God?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"Because he decides who wins or loses. Not my opponent."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"Who is your opponent?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"He does not exist."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"Why does he not exist?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">"Because he is a mere dissenting voice of the truth I speak"</span><br />-The Great Debaters (2007)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-4536685897664977723?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-82913321877805041652008-10-08T01:18:00.012+08:002009-05-06T22:40:58.038+08:00Liberal? (applying post-structuralism into a moral context)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRuth%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" >In the last few weeks of classes some of us have been subjected to the grueling idea of post-structuralism (and wondering whether we really do exist if ‘reality is a matter of production’).</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" >In taking a double-degree, I find the Business course solid and pretty objective, while the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><st1:place st="on"><st1:placetype st="on"><st1:place style="font-family: georgia;" st="on"><st1:placetype st="on">School</st1:placetype></st1:place></st1:placetype></st1:place> of <st1:placename st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Arts</st1:placename></st1:placename></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> and Humanities offers many interesting discourses to chew on (and spit out). Nevertheless, the latter provides many lenses with which to look at life and to ponder about certain realities. p.s. Will post again after my exams (ending on 4th of Nov).</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" >________________________________________</span> <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SOuobI86ncI/AAAAAAAAASg/zRzkqf5M8FU/s1600-h/calvinball_small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SOuobI86ncI/AAAAAAAAASg/zRzkqf5M8FU/s320/calvinball_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478574470733250" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRuth%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Georgia; panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">The idea of post-structuralism fits well in this age of expressionism. Prevalent in every form of written/oral communication are thousands of attempts to express emotions of some sort by individuals who desire to be heard and known. This very web page, an outlet of expression and thought, is no different from the millions of blog pages around the world- it only guises itself in a less personal way than the average Ah Lian blog. Some present their expressions in the guise of clever thoughts, some in profound pictures, some in narratives; but in essence, all have the same basis- to make a statement of some kind for others to be aware of. Otherwise, blog pages will not be blog pages- they will be saved Microsoft Word files safely stored in a personal folder.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> <br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u2:worddocument> <u2:view>Normal<u2:zoom>0<u2:punctuationkerning/> <u2:validateagainstschemas/> <u2:saveifxmlinvalid>false<u2:ignoremixedcontent>false<u2:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false<u2:compatibility> <u2:breakwrappedtables/> <u2:snaptogridincell/> <u2:wraptextwithpunct/> <u2:useasianbreakrules/> <u2:dontgrowautofit/> <u2:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</u2:browserlevel> </u2:compatibility> </u2:alwaysshowplaceholdertext> </u2:ignoremixedcontent> </u2:saveifxmlinvalid> </u2:zoom> </u2:view> </u2:worddocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </u2:latentstyles> </xml><![endif]-->Post-structuralism finds its roots in the fact that all meaning is reduced to language, for we cannot think without first forming our thoughts through the medium of language. Because no thought could be made without the inevitable influence of language, post-modernism says all meaning may be deconstructed. In summary, <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the 'truth' behind meaning is irrelevant</span> in a post-modernist world because we can construct 'reality' by the use of language. <br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <br /><!--[endif]--></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u3:worddocument> <u3:view>Normal<u3:zoom>0<u3:punctuationkerning/> <u3:validateagainstschemas/> <u3:saveifxmlinvalid>false<u3:ignoremixedcontent>false<u3:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false<u3:compatibility> <u3:breakwrappedtables/> <u3:snaptogridincell/> <u3:wraptextwithpunct/> <u3:useasianbreakrules/> <u3:dontgrowautofit/> <u3:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</u3:browserlevel> </u3:compatibility> </u3:alwaysshowplaceholdertext> </u3:ignoremixedcontent> </u3:saveifxmlinvalid> </u3:zoom> </u3:view> </u3:worddocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u4:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </u4:latentstyles> </xml><![endif]-->If this is true, the world we live in is one flooded with messages which bear unstable meanings, for they could be interpreted in any way and may be used in any way. This is daunting, because this negates any truth. More importantly, this means many things are ‘relative’ and non-absolutes. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> <br />Yet, this idea fits perfectly in our expressionist world, where the 'liberal' are glorified and the conservative, stoic ideas are perceived to be 'closed and narrow' ways. This is the convention of the world today- any truth could be seen in any way. Any code could be read in any way, and therefore, moral codes are not absolutes, for they have relative meanings and are to be interpreted in a relative manner. Individuality reigns supreme, and 'one man's meat is another man's poison'. We live in a relative world. <br /> <br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u5:worddocument> <u5:view>Normal<u5:zoom>0<u5:punctuationkerning/> <u5:validateagainstschemas/> <u5:saveifxmlinvalid>false<u5:ignoremixedcontent>false<u5:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false<u5:compatibility> <u5:breakwrappedtables/> <u5:snaptogridincell/> <u5:wraptextwithpunct/> <u5:useasianbreakrules/> <u5:dontgrowautofit/> <u5:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</u5:browserlevel> </u5:compatibility> </u5:alwaysshowplaceholdertext> </u5:ignoremixedcontent> </u5:saveifxmlinvalid> </u5:zoom> </u5:view> </u5:worddocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u6:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </u6:latentstyles> </xml><![endif]-->Where, then, can we find ‘truth’ in a post-modern world, where one's own rights are fought </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">for </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">(often out of sheer selfishness) and "human rights" are glorified (often excessively and naively) and where the righteous are always 'stiff and up-tight' while the liberal are always 'open-minded'?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--></span></p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRuth%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >After all, history itself has shown that humankind requires absolutes to function. From the dawn of time, laws have been made and re-made for one reason: to limit human activity and to draw the line. Humankind needs borders in order not to ‘cross the line’- and borders are absolutes to be obeyed. Why is it, that the immediate reaction to a ruthless case of rape is usually the demand that the perpetrator be punished severely according to the law? </span><p class="MsoNormal" style=""> <br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><!--[endif]--></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u7:worddocument> <u7:view>Normal<u7:zoom>0<u7:punctuationkerning/> <u7:validateagainstschemas/> <u7:saveifxmlinvalid>false<u7:ignoremixedcontent>false<u7:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false<u7:compatibility> <u7:breakwrappedtables/> <u7:snaptogridincell/> <u7:wraptextwithpunct/> <u7:useasianbreakrules/> <u7:dontgrowautofit/> <u7:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</u7:browserlevel> </u7:compatibility> </u7:alwaysshowplaceholdertext> </u7:ignoremixedcontent> </u7:saveifxmlinvalid> </u7:zoom> </u7:view> </u7:worddocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <u8:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </u8:latentstyles> </xml><![endif]-->The waves of this age of post-modernism may bring to many a sense of liberation from the 'weights of moral and social codes', but we must never be too enthralled by the spirit of liberation, especially when it is used loosely and when it is the excuse for decadence. <br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> <br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">It was the 'weights', after all, that built the strong man, not the sense of liberation. </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-8291332187780504165?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-43582969913181836352008-08-27T22:45:00.003+08:002008-08-27T23:04:37.571+08:00Be right backThe absence of any writing here is by no means a sign of a loss of interest; it is only due to the fact that between what I have to do and what I want to do, the former takes precedence. I will write here again soon...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">"You do what you need to do, to do what you want to do"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-4358296991318183635?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-25364482857685871452008-07-22T23:57:00.003+08:002008-07-23T00:05:47.219+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The river goes to places of which its source will never dream of reaching. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The extent of our services or actions for other people may go further than the immediate results we are aware of.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-2536448285768587145?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-86908917474768693672008-06-21T21:59:00.018+08:002008-06-22T14:25:47.943+08:00We will keep learning<p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As a matter of honour, if you’re a member of a team, submit yourself to your authority as you would expect submission from your team under you</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, you don’t pull a punch on someone when he/she’s turned away, or conspire among other social circles</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, you speak straightforwardly and uncompromisingly, directly- one to one- and the buck stops there</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, you unflinchingly refuse to take sides within the same team, should it happen, for the maintained unity and well-being of the team</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, you don’t allow yourself to believe all that is said about another teammate, especially if it induces prejudice or disrespect for him/her</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, you show the same grace to your teammates as you would receive it from them for your own shortcomings</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, you don’t fight fire with fire, or unfairness with unfairness- because it is already enough that the mistake has been made</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As a matter of honour, others' shortcomings must never be forum discussions or unnecessary e-mail threads, or coffee talk</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>And </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p>As a matter of honour, if performing the above puts you in a less than desired position, you try to do them anyway- accepting the hard lessons.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal" face="verdana">______________________________________________</p><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">-To tickle your funny bones... :> One of my favourite YouTube videos</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />When You Ask Her About Monsters<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2Ixt124AbM&amp;hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2Ixt124AbM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-8690891747476869367?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-12338572169509644472008-06-08T23:34:00.004+08:002008-06-09T01:02:44.444+08:00Happy 20th<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SEwLXXmxKlI/AAAAAAAAASY/RWb67k10OTk/s1600-h/hs.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_26-MY3Q_oQA/SEwLXXmxKlI/AAAAAAAAASY/RWb67k10OTk/s320/hs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209551365062339154" border="0" /></a>To Han Sheng who has been a dear buddy to me in all the years of our academic lives: SKDU (primary school), SMDU (secondary school), HELP (pre-uni), and presently, Monash University.<br /><br />(...and unless the trend is proven otherwise, it looks like there will be more pictures like this taken of him, years from now.)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-1233857216950964447?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-59426889751506923412008-06-08T22:56:00.009+08:002009-05-06T22:46:59.301+08:00Flag bearers<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>Personal reflection (faith)<br /></blockquote></div>The war stories tell of soldiers who march out to face their enemies and perish by the blade of the sword or the bullet of the gun. Some march out valiantly, some march out reluctantly, but the bullets don't favor anyone. At the battlefield, a prominent soldier carries in his arms the pride of the army, and the spirit behind their foolish march onward: the flag. He knows very well that everyone in the opposition will take their aim to bring him down, just as everyone behind him will take their aim to kill the other flag bearer. But he also knows of other foolish ones like him who wait to pick up the flag when that happens.<br /><br />The flag bearers in the war know that they run into their deaths for representing their army and taunting their opponents, if only for a few moments. They don't whine when the bullet meets the flesh- they subscribed for it. They don't quit at the prospect of being shot. They share the same fate of their commander-in-chief, in victory or in suffering.<br /><br />Likewise in the matter of faith, the flags we carry bring, and will bring<br /><br />slander, false accusations/labeling, punishment for standing up to the right thing, betrayal, rejection, disrespect, mockery, deception, being used, abuse, assault, misrepresentation...<br /><br />..but grace abounds for us to march on.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-5942688975150692341?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5065016664920359385.post-26581593933737286472008-05-18T19:05:00.022+08:002008-05-19T02:32:07.762+08:00Just a quick follow-up to the post below particularly regarding the scholarship and education system in Malaysia. Some facts to consider (*taken from unicef, unescap) that prompted my questions:<br /><br /><ul><li style="font-weight: bold;">About half of the youth in Malaysia are not 'urban' youth.<br /></li><li style="font-weight: bold;">Only 29 % of the Malaysian youth between 15-23 have a tertiary education<br /></li><li style="font-weight: bold;">Only 34 Indian youth received the PSD overseas scholarships this year <span style="font-weight: normal;">(</span><a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Thursday/NewsBreak/20080515113138/Article/index_html">NST 15th May</a><span style="font-weight: normal;">)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">25% of average Malaysian families survive on a household earning of less than RM 1000 a month </span>(quoted in the Eighth Malaysian Plan)<br /></li></ul>I read with interest an <a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/SundayInterview/20080518093243/Article/pppull_index_html">interview</a> with the Public Service director-general in the newspaper today, and think some steps taken should be rightfully applauded, like the steps taken to punish government-funded students who study overseas and refuse to return home to serve the country (a total waste of our tax-payers money):<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" ></span><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"</span><a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" class="content1">Before 2003, if you broke your bond, you or your guarantor had to pay. The amount was less than what was spent on you. But now, the penalty is the actual cost (of what was spent on the student). So, before this, if you were doing medicine, you had to pay RM160,000, which is less than a year’s scholarship. We spend RM1.2 million for each medical student. But over 90 per cent of our students come back. The ones who don’t come back are mostly medical students. If they don’t come back, we get their guarantors.</a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >" - Tan Sri Ismail Adam</span><br /></blockquote><br />That being said, my opinion stems from the logic that monetary aid can benefit two groups of Malaysian youth:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1) The group that applies for a scholarship/loan and, if rejected, can still afford to pursue tertiary education</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2) The group that applies for a scholarship/loan and, if rejected, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" >cannot</span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">afford to pursue tertiary education</span><br /><br />This was not covered in the interview, and my contention is that the criteria points-system of 70- academic excellence, 10- interview, 10- family economic background and 10- co-curricular activities, should be revised in favour of the lower-income earning groups. The second group should be given priority, and not just a mere 10 points bonus. Hey, some youth are already getting more pocket-money than 25% of all the families in the country (imagine 5 family members per family) every month.<br /><br />According to the 8th MP, only<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> 9.8%</span> of Malaysian families have a household income of more than RM 5000 (the top of the income class). Let's assume these people can afford to send their kids to universities.<br /><br /><span>If one makes a further assumption that in each family there is 1 youth, 90 out of 100 youth in Malaysia are born to families that earn less than RM5000 a month. The lower the income groups get, the more difficult it is to support youth planning to pursue their education. Why give so much money to the top of the income classes who can afford it, when the bottom can barely get by with daily necessities and deserve this more? </span><span>Which is more pressing- </span><span>award according to merit (easily attained by the rich who have resources available to them) or aid for the poorer groups? Giving more money to the rich who already have the resources to study and who don't really need it is another form of elitism, I'm afraid.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> Just consider: Rm 1000 per month, shared between 5 family members who have to eat, pay for school/electricity/water/petrol/rent bills... and then compare it to your monthly spending as an 'urban' youth.<br /><br />Do things make sense? This is the world we'll live in for the next 50 or so years. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">The world of 6.6 billion, out of which 1.1 billion live on less than US$ 1 a day. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5065016664920359385-2658159393373728647?l=abelcheahszewei.blogspot.com'/></div>Abelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11908613834636987370noreply@blogger.com1