There goes the exams! Merdeka! for now.
This week has been a productive week --- I finished binding 3 books of 10 to 24 signatures (no mean feat!), exams, read 3 books simultaneously (no mean feat!) and then not finishing them……
And then I’ll be off to KL tomorrow today! :D.
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After hours (really!) of trial and error --- playing around with the software and the printer, wasting lots of paper --- I finally printed “Mere Christianity”! And no, I didn’t print odd pages 1st, then flip back and printed the even pages --- I imposed the pages.
What is imposition, you ask. Well, you see, books are bound after the papers are folded into signatures (bookbinding lingo here, heh), which are papers folded into half. This then, if printed normally, will jumble up the order. So, imposition is needed to jumble it up first, so they will be in perfect order when they are folded into signatures.
I think I lost you, ask Google for clarification. Hahah :P.
I intend to bind it. Hohohoho!
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Woaaah, it’s already 12! Good night/morning :).
3.5km only. I would say it’s an improvement for me --- I jogged almost all the way! Although it’s called “larian”… I don’t think I can stand running 3.5km non-stop. Hahaha. Jon needs more stamina.
It was fun. I think I might take up jogging or running :D. But then again, time doesn’t permit… Unless I jog back from school everyday, but that’s just folly: jogging with my heavy school bag, with all the books and things to be carried by hand = easy target for kidnappers (as if anyone would want to kidnap me), snatch thieves (my pens!), rapists (yeaah, right) and various other scary uncles.
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Did I tell you that I’ve class tambahan now? It’s after school, 3:30 til 5.30 in the evening. Seeing that going back home then coming out again would be tedious, I would stay-back after school. Even the once eagerly expected Fridays are now bogged down with them – 12 – 1, 3:30 – 5:30. Siiiighhhh.
So, 7:30a.m. till 5:30p.m. is 10 hours. Absolutely tiring.
24 – 10 = 14.
14 – 8 for sleep = 6.
6 – 2 for eating, drinking, shower….. = 4.
4 – 3 for homework, study, all that at home = 1.
1 hour! Oh mi gossh! What am I doing here?!
And dear parents still want me to go for tuitions. Gaaah.
Thank God for sick teachers, teachers on leave, busy teachers…..
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No matter, no matter.
I shall still, to quote Yi Wen, smile rainbows[?]. :D.
Once again, my patience wore thin.
I just can’t stand people who deliberately do what I told them not to do, which is how I was when I was younger… I do begin to think the Relient K song - “Who I am hates who I’ve been” is rather true, in my case. Aah, if only I could travel back and tell the past Jon to shut up and stop poking people. :P
I admire people who can deal with difficult people effortlessly, being ever patient with them, giving them that nice smile, showing no signs of anger…
But really, I do feel angry when I try soooo hard to be nice to these people, trying to communicate, and they just ignore me, ask stuuupid questions which has no relevance to the topic, trying to be “funny”, giving me the look.
Some people just bring out the worst in me. Blaah
I do admire also the people who put up with my blunt, brutal remarks, with my free, shrewd tongue. Please believe me when I say I am trying to tame it.
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On a lighter note (ooooh yeaa :P, what happened to my blog?!), the donkey has a client! Well, sort of. The donkey is “hired” to make a notebook! :D :D :D
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Perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrro. Dohg.
After finding out my dominant (one) spiritual gift --- Apologetics (surprisingly) --- I began “honing” my skills by reading.
Apparently, being an apologetic doesn’t mean debating and arguing, but defending and clarifying the truths of Christianity while drawing people in. Quite a hard job, if you ask me.
Sooo. I began reading. Online, of course. It started sounding like a psychology report. But then again, I was reading about the causes of atheism. I’d only got til halfway --- then I got lazy. I shall read the other half tomorrow, soon, sometime.
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People say that Christianity is just fanciful thinking, a fallacy, imagination, good feeling. And I say, so what?
We humans are already so wretched, perverse, evil that we really need help, not from someone else --- as that someone else is also as bad as us --- but from who? God, I say. Some refer to God as “some higher power”, “forces”, this and that, all avoiding the big G-word.
And even though this notion of God is merely some imagination, I wouldn’t mind trying to accept that this God loves me, so much, that he gave his son to die for me on the cross, so that I may have eternal life. Heaven. I don’t have anything to lose, only to gain, for, as I said, we are already so wretched and evil; empty.
But, the amazing thing is that God promises us to do great, wondrous things through us, through our imperfections. Really, I gain. It’s as if there’s this person walking about, with a bag of clean clothes, offering to exchange people’s dirty, smelly clothes with his new, clean ones. But then, one might get too used with his old clothes, having connections too deep with it, sentimental.
“Why must I change? I’m perfectly fine this way”, most say, “I don’t need this Jesus in my life, can’t you see I’m well-off without him?”. And then there’re the ones who just are unwilling to shed old ways, “I enjoy smoking, doing drugs, sleeping with every person I meet. It’s fun. Not like your boring, holy-holy routine --- I’m partying, I’m a party-er, I live to partay!”
But sadly, these people realize too late that smoking leads to suffering, lung cancer, among other things; drugs to addiction, sickness; fornication may lead to STDs, broken hearts, lifes; partying can just go meaningless in an instant.
As I said, you’ve nothing to lose. You won’t lose your successes when you accept Christ, you won’t lose your health, your life. All you have to do is ask Jesus earnestly in prayer to come into your life, as simple as that --- no writing names with blood, slitting of wrists, piercings, nada.
Well really, it’s your choice. But I’d rather live for a deluded purpose, than have no purpose at all.
