Nod problems

"It's a Nod problem." she says.

"An odd problem?"

"A Nod problem. You know, the land of Nod, east of Eden? In the Bible?"

"I know the reference. but..."

"Cain kills his brother Able." she says, "and God sets him wandering in the wilderness as a punishment. Cain ends up in Nod, where he settles and gets married. Which is a problem, logically, because Adam and Eve are supposed to be the first people on earth, and as far as we know, Cain and Abel are their only children. So where did this wife come from?

"Now, people who don't believe in the Bible tend to think the Nod problem is a big deal. Like for example, there was this guy my mother dated one time for a couple months, Roger, who was this totally rabid atheist, and he used to pick on Phil__"

"Your brother was religious?" the doctor asks.

"In a little-boy kind of way. My mother was raised Lutheran, and even though she didn't really believe, she took us to church because she thought it would be good for us. I stopped going as soon as I was old enough to say no, but Phil really got into it. Said his prayers every day, the whole bit. So along comes Roger, and he's constantly razzing Phil about inconsistencies in Scripture.

'Hey Phil, it says here in the Gospels that Judas hanged himself because he was sorry for betraying Christ. But it says in Acts that Judas wasn't sorry, and he died when his stomach exploded. How come there are two difference versions of the story?' Or, 'Hey Phil, if all the disciples fell asleep in the Garden of Gethsemane, how did Matthew know what Jesus said in his prayers?' The Nod problem, though, that was his favorite; 'Hey Phil, it says that God put a mark on Cain to warn other people not to harm him. What other people, Phil? His parents? The same one who didn't listen when God told them not to eat the fruit?'

"And how did Phil respond?"

"Well like I said before, Phil was a big-time nitpicker himself, so at first he kind of got into it. He tried to play along, only Roger wasn't playing. Roger would shoot down every explanation Phil came up with, until finally Phil had to admit he didn't have an answer, and then Roger would say. 'So does that mean you're going to give up this Bible nonsense?' and Phil would say. 'No,' and Roger would say, "That's because religion makes people stupid."

"What did you think of that?"

"Oh , I definitely think religion makes people stupid." she says. "But Roger was still a hypocrite."

"Why a hypocrite?"

"Because the Nod problems didn't have anything to do with him being an atheist. If the Bible had been perfectly consistent, he still wouldn't have believed a word of it. His mind was made up, and pointing out contradictions was just away of being smug- and meanwhile, he completely missed where Phil was coming from.

"Phil did believe in the Bible. Part of believing that the Bible is true is believing that any problems in the text have solutions. Actually knowing what solution are isn't important. It's like, just because I can't tell you what killed the dinosaurs doesn't mean they aren't extinct. And so to Phil, looking at it from that perspective, it was Roger who was being unreasonable. So Phil didn't know where Cain's wife came from. So what?

"And it's the same with this." She waves a hand at the papers in front of her. "Don't pretend this is some kind of objectives inquiry for you. You've already decided what you believe. All you're doing now is looking for a club to beat me with until I agree to see things your way."

"Jane..."

"But that's not going to happen. I know my story is true. If something about it doesn't add up for you, we can discuss it, but don't try to blow a little discrepancy out of proportion. It's just a Nod problem."

"Well, you're putting me in a difficult position," the doctor says. "If I can't question inconsistencies in your account__"

"You can question them. I just said we can discuss it."

"But you're unwilling to entertain any real doubt."

"Which makes us even," she says. "Just like Phil and Roger."

The doctor frowns.

"Sorry to spoil your game plan. Does this mean you don't want to hear any more?"

"No, I still want to hear the whole story."

"Good. Because it would make you a liar if you didn't. I mean, you're already a liar for saying you'd keep an open mind, but if you bailed on me now you'd be a double liar."

CREDITS: extracted from the book, Bad Monkeys by Matt Ruff.

*PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!, I thought I would make people curious about this book. ^.^*

*WINKS WINKS WINKS!!!*

i just especially like this part of the book so far, it makes you think, and actually, overly thinking is just as bad. some times all we need is faith. there's no need to think too much on certain things in life. if we did, my first question is always, why is an apple, called an apple? since it's the first thing/item you learn when you learn ABC.

a long happy sad journey, and you missed the ride.

life is about a journey.
one where you make many decisions.
to be happy or sad, all those feelings, is a decision.
you can wake up one sad morning and decide to be sad, and stay sad the whole day. or you can change it, and decide to be happy, and try to remain happy the entire day.
or you could just choose to be happy to begin with.

life, is a journey,
there are lots of roads to take. none of these roads are straight. if it were, you'll only be going in circles. around the world you might have been, but only in that linear coordinate.
probably the same continent.
and it's only those roads where there are a lot of curves, obstacles that makes it, interesting. that makes life, a living challenge every step, every single day.
like a graft, it looks interesting, when it's a parabola.
lots to explore.

life, is a journey,
where there are many means of transportation.
and some times,
you would miss a ride.
later in life, you probably get to hitch the ride again.
but that depends.
with a big perhaps.

we could be jumping on different tracks,
and never cross path again.

we were in the same station.
i wanted to be in that same cabin, same ride, with you.
to ride this journey together. hoping.
i waited.
but somehow, i didn't miss the ride,
you, you missed the ride.
and i was already on the train.

but that's okay, i am only riding this journey alone.
tho, not entirely alone.
in this cabin, there are lots of strangers,
friends to be made.
perhaps later in life, we'll meet again.
in another station.
for now, we just have to move on.
and make our own decisions.
to be happy, or sad it's up to me.

and perhaps, the only good thing about this ride,
this journey was,
i never lost you, in some ways.
since we were never in the same cabin.
how could you loose something, you never had to begin with.
we'll just have to see,
if we ever cross path again.
and if i would even want to be on that ride with you, by then.

dust if you must

found this on the internet,

more accurately, on the floor in the house.
the kids must have took it from their mother, my lazy-ass sister.

but was an interesting read. so inspiring, totally.

it goes something like this,

LADIES & GENTLEMEN, Remember, a layer of dust protects the Wood beneath it.

A house becomes a home when you can write "I Love You" on the furniture.

I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect - 'in case someone came over'.
*not me, the author of this story*

Finally I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun!

NOW, when people visit, I don't have to explain the 'condition' of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I've been doing while I was away living life and having fun.
If you haven't figured this out yet, please heed this advise.

Life is short, Enjoy it.

DUST IF YOU MUST, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake cookies or a cake and lick the spoon or plant a seed, ponder the difference want and need?

DUST IF YOU MUST, but there's not much time, with beer to drink, rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.

DUST IF YOU MUST, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around, again.

DUST IF YOU MUST, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind, and when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more DUST!

It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

... yeaps so i am totally inspired. i ain't cleaning my room no more. HAHA. i'll just hire CALVIN ... to do it. :P

it's all about you that it turned to be about me.

one quiet peaceful saturday.
a valentine's saturday.

after the little prince was recovering from a party. and his fever...
his email made a "ting" sound.
*mac users will understand this*

so he checked it.
only to find. a nonsense comment on his blog.

hence the little prince went to the commentator and warn him.
no more such nonsense. OK?
because the actual intention of this blogger is up to no no.
he has a history, a bad history of WHORING online for attention.
and well his latest writings shows his old pattern.
altho he denies it. and probably does not realizes it.
*dah nak tunjuk belang dah tu! OI bahaya~*
he even denied that he was DAVID.
*he use to call himself, DAVID THE MAN*
-.- lame ass. pukes blood.

it was a pity i did not screen snap the first comment, as it was so, decent.
like seriously. i can almost die and go to heaven with that kind of comment i gave.
*then i screen shot everything, including some of the classic trademark commenting style, you know just in case he deletes them, for old time sake!*

i simply wrote; *something like that* david no more nonsense on my blog ah. so unrelated. ish.

and then he came commenting...

he is not david? erm... my bad...

*insert japanese style scratching head emoticon*

so i had to double confirm it, with a little more, bitchyness.

-.- blood? gosh major typo... BLOG... *burries face*
thank god david deleted it. LOLS!!!

only then he officially admitted to it... -.-

... why erm... would i want to understand you? you don't step on my tail, like I CARE you even exist.
but you did, so, you're now in shit.

which lead to me commenting something a little nastier, BUT it's a FACT.


and he then summoned a death wish for himself


well, i might be UGLY, but i have nothing to hide.

a blog is a journal. and even more.
a portal where you meet many wonderful new friends.
a business tool of communication.

for a journal, some people do not wish to be known.
hence they remain anonymous. very discreet. no pictures what so ever.

some people love to camwhore. *finger points at froggie*

some people are insecure of their looks.
which is fine as long as their heart is pure, they look good!

some do it for attention, because they have no life.

some do it because it is their life.

some people just want to write.

and lots of other individuals.

i no longer blog with photos not because i feel insecure with my looks, i simply want to write and rant. and mainly because i love this all minimal white layout.

so clean. *i wish my room was this clean!*

but this post, requires COLOURS.
*mainly grey and white will do*

i know i am not super super cute like WILLY or Alex.
*yes ALEX is cute, go stalk him*

Or like my adiorable godbrother Aaron cute.

Or dashing cute like Leo.

Or slutty camwhore cute like Froggie.

etc etc etc cute dashing sexy handsome hot bloggers out there.

i know, like what HAMSAP said i am only worthy of a title below average.
=.=

so to be called... UGLY by a FUGLY is like... WTF.

i camwhore too... a lot... =.=


i MISS them!!! NANTA.


Little Prince with models, with SAN & Leonard, with BRYAN BOY.


... SAN~~~~!!! O.O

Pisau Cukur


ugly me have, styled a lot of celebrities... *winks*

JAPAN


even tho i am ugly, at least i have graced TIFF's red carpet, at least i have a movie poster. and a cut-out-board for fans to camwhore with. ^.^

Buddies, Kai and Abang Ryan


and well at least i have friends who cares about me.
*wonders if DAVID has friends... mmm... awwww... POOR HIM*

david, if i am ugly, fine. i can accept that.
big deal go plastic surgery loh if i am so desperate to look good.
but if i am ugly, it means you are BEYOND ugly.
*i've seen your pictures too!*
super hideous, and AH PEK. and being a AH PEK,
oh i am so sorry, fashion stylist, make up artist, hair stylist,
also cannot help you.

its your mentality.
go get that fix first k. because
like those china aunties,
got money buy LV, still like kampung.
WHY?
no taste means no taste.

and where are YOUR PHOTOS DAVID?
come let the world see your AH PEK look.
*Please do not show that PINK super duper fugly top that i swear after looking at it, seeing any shrink did not help get rid of that image, don't torture your new readers k. they will go mental and blind ah.*

^.^ now don't even go asking for my voice, it's too good for your hearing.

to be fair there's one thing that i gained from reading your blog, the old blog, that time when you made one blogger so furious and i click on his blog to read about his life. that blogger is now my little godbrother. ^.^ thank you wo~

and to be fair to me, i did put you up on my link last time.

like i said i warned you, no more nonsense.

you just don't get it. all those silly little comments you drop everywhere. just look at your ridiculous random cupid comments on people's blog. what do they mean? gosh, you're pathetic to be called David.

I doubt you were even given that name on your birth certificate, because you show no value of a DAVID.

*DAVID do you like not LOVE the FREE publicity I am granting you???*

MUACKS~

PEACE PEACE PEACE PEACE~ WORLD PEACE~~~ ^.^

p.s sorry nase couldn't do a thank you valentine party post, this KNNCB stole your lime light. go kick his ass. hahaha.