Fragile Connection Back!

After days of torment, finally I've got my connection back. I don't think I'm going to leave a long passage here coz' it's been a long time since I last visitied. I can't write so long anymore I guess. :p

Well anyway I just wanna talk about the movie I'm waiting for the release. That's Scary Movie 4.

The last episodes were absorbing and of course hilarious. I couldn't help but to laugh till the end of the film.

Just now I went to its official website, and found a minigame, which is funny. I think that is desgined for the bored ppl, like me.

Here's the URL: http://www.scarymovie.com/bttd/index.html

Check this out.

Cheers,

Kelvin

The memory is that vivid....!

I am studying Math. I mean, I am supposed to be studying Math now. So I'm not. I have been dragging the cursor, clicking on any icons without purpose, on my notebook. I wasn't looking at the monitor actually, but staring blindly instead, indicating the beginning of an afternoon daydream. For the first few minutes I was wading through the sea of memory, having no idea what I was to find, until when I came across one which is related to this very notebook, this very monitor.

The event, if it wasn't too minor to be regarded as one, took place a long time ago, maybe last year? I don't remember precisely, or, should I say I wish I don't. That was a sunny afternoon, the sun was shining into the room through the window, which had been cleaned by father not long before. Not able to withstand the strong heat, I switched on the air-conditioner, and then pulled down the curtain. It's just like today, except that only one of the two people in the room at that time is sitting here right now. And that's me, Kelvin. After slamming my wardrobe door open and then looking through all my limited clothes as if she's a police checking for drugs, she jumped on the chair and pressed on the keyboard of the notebook. Wandering through the desktop with the cursor, she spotted a text file, named "LXXX.txt". Curiosity piqued since the file is named after her name, she opened it with no slightest hesitation. It was all about her, of course. (As a matter of fact there's only little information that I gathered through chatting with her in msn. :P)

"You collect these stuff on the sly?" turning around and asked she, chuckling with don't know whatsoever reasons.

"Y....Yea, You don't like it, I can delete it. But you know I keep forgetting things, which is why I have to jot down everything I find important." I laughed, speaking in a joking voice.

Approaching her, I kissed her OFFICIALLY for the first time, at the expense of all my guts. (Hell~ I'm such a noob. o.0) The feeling of touching her lips was, well, so cool, and so exhilarating at the same time that no words can ever describe the experience precisely enough unless you try it yourself. Man~ How am I supposed to ever forget it, that the sensations come along at once with the PASSED memory when I think about it. The collision of each other's teeth due to my NO-EXPERIENCE. (I'm still a virgin boy~ lol~ Maybe I should follow the protagonists in Not Another Teen Movie! :P)

It was then when I lost consciousness and fell into the mist of sensations. Her lips were like fresh mint(so funny description) under summer, that you would no way let go of it once you try it. You know what I am talking. And her eyes melted away my barely any self-consciousness left. My hands began to move along a well-shaped body with hunger. Sometimes she pushed my hands away, which I didn't think about what it meant - she didnt like that I guess. But time didn't allow me for considerations. I was eaten up by the growing hunger and desire. Despite her strong struggling, I kept going, which I have been regreting since after......

Without caring about her feelings, coupled with zero-experience and boring character, it's no wonder she ran away no long after.

I didn't blame her for nothing. No I really don't. I just feel hatred of myself.

And then she got along well with someone else and started dating soon......
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Still wandering in the memory, suddenly I hear mom calling me for dinner.
Hmm, I guess it's time to go.

Cheers,

Kelvin

P.S. until now I am on my own since then. Haha...

The day before the Second Subject - English (1 n 2)

10 hours later and I'll be in a room with negligible size, sitting on a chair which utters annoying sounds of aging, and taking the English Exam. This subject, coupled with Math and A.Math are the three subjects that I concern most, for these are what I am most confident in. Which is why I believe I'll be anxious tomorrow - I have expectations.
There's a saying, "If you don't want to lose it, use it." So as Writing in English.
Frankly, I has developed a habit to write diary in English as frequently as I can make it. Feeling having entered a new level, I didn't think much about the Paper 1 tomorrow as it appeared to me as a piece of cake.
But now, as I'm about to get into real business, and before that typing this post as a warmup, or practise, I am stuck. All my ideas and brainstorm, whipsy are just gone with the wind! All because I told myself this is the final practise and it is when my "old friends" - vocabulary and idioms - slip away from my brain.
Good Job.
If I behave like that shit tomorrow, I think to myself, then I can't possibly give my utmost, which leads to my erosion of confidence, followed by anxiety, as well as flurry and fluster.
Great.
By the way, despite my practices, nor are others just simply sitting there. They don't keep the hands free. Nice to see some classmates seems to aim at usurping my position in my class (if I ever belong there).

Last but not least, wish all of the candidates good luck tomorrow. (Is that possible,huh? )

Cheers,

Kelvin

Why Science fails to explain God (A Joke)

Why Science fails to explain God

"Professing to be wise, they became fools...."

Many had a field day about how this article was written by a Christian and all muslims did was substitute the word "Christian" with "Muslim" & "Bible" with "Quran". Yes they did and even a 7 yr old can figure that out - so what?

The moral of the story is about atheism versus God-consciousness and both Christianity and Islam fall united in the second category.

And please be reminded, this is a JOKE - a funny way of looking at the issue of atheism. Islam is more supportive of modern science than against it.

"LET ME EXPLAIN THE problem science has with God." The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Muslim, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"[i]Is God good?[/i]"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

"Are you good or evil?"

"The Koran says I'm evil." (Webmaster's note: Please be aware that whoever wrote this article was probably confusing the Christian notion of the ORIGINAL sin with Islamic belief. There is no such thing as the original sin in Islam. We are born innocent. The Quran says that man by nature is weak and impatient but steadfastness to Islam would make him the 'noblest of all creatures' and elevate him from his weak and impatient nature. Being evil is not necessarily being weak and impatient and vice-versa.)

The professor grins knowingly."Ahh! THE KORAN!" He considers for a moment.

"Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? "Would you try?"

"Yes sir, I would."

"So you're good...!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could... in fact most of us would if we could... God doesn't."

[No answer.]

"He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Muslim who died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. How is this God good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

[No answer]

The elderly man is sympathetic.

"No, you can't, can you?" He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones.

"Let's start again, young fella. - Is God good?"

"Er... Yes."

"Is Satan good?"

"No."

"Where does Satan come from?" The student falters.

"From... God..."

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?"

The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience.

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen."He turns back to the Muslim.

"Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?"

"Yes."

"Who created evil?

[No answer]

"Is there sickness in this world?Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All the terrible things - do they exist in this world? "

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"Who created them? "


[No answer]

The professor suddenly shouts at his student.

"WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!"

The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Muslim's face. In a still small voice: "God created all evil, didn't He, son?"

[No answer]

The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized.

"Tell me," he continues, "How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?" The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world. "All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture,all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn't it,young man?"

[No answer]

"Don't you see it all over the place? Huh?" Pause. "Don't you?" The professor leans into the student's face again and whispers, "Is God good?"


[No answer]

"Do you believe in God,son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor. I do."

The old man shakes his head sadly.


"Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you? "

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your God?"

"No, sir. I have not."

"Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God or smelt your God...in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?"

[No answer]

"Answer me, please."

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"You're AFRAID... you haven't?"

"No, sir."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"...yes..."

"That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling.

"According to the rules of empirical,testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?"


[The student doesn't answer]

"Sit down, please." The Muslim sits...Defeated.

Another Muslim raises his hand.

"Professor, may I address the class?" The professor turns and smiles.

"Ah, another Muslim in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering." The Muslim looks around the room.

"Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I've got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"Is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor's grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold.

The second Muslim continues. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458 - You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.

"Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?"

"That's a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn't darkness? What are you getting at...?"

"So you say there is such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes..."

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, Darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you...give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?"Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him.

This will indeed be a good semester. "Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?"

"Yes,professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error...."

The professor goes toxic. "Flawed...? How dare you...!"

"Sir, may I explain what I mean?" The class is all ears.

"Explain... oh, explain..." The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue.

"You are working on the premise of duality," the Muslim explains. "That for example there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it." The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbor who has been reading it.

"Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?"

"Of course there is, now look..."

"Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of morality. Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?" The Muslim pauses.

"Isn't evil the absence of good?" The professor's face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless. The Muslim continues.

"If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing? The Koran tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free will, choose good over evil."The professor bridles.

"As a philosophical scientist, I don't view this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable."

"I would have thought that the absence of God's moral code in this world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going,"the Muslim replies.


"Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?" The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare.

"Professor. Since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a priest?"

"I'll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?" the professor hisses.

"So you don't accept God's moral code to do what is righteous?"

"I believe in what is - that's science!"

"Ahh! SCIENCE!" the student's face splits into a grin.

"Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..."

"SCIENCE IS FLAWED..?" the professor splutters. The class is in uproar. The Muslim remains standing until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I give you an example of what I mean?"The professor wisely keeps silent. The Muslim looks around the room.

"Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out in laughter. The Muslim points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain... felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?" No one appears to have done so. The Muslim shakes his head sadly.

"It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor's brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that the professor has no brain!!"

The class is in chaos. The Muslim sits...

Because that is what a chair is for.