tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117979432024-03-08T07:49:54.212+08:00Running WatersMan can make a thousand plans. But the success or failure lies in God's hands...Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.comBlogger544125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-25156088107071778852023-03-08T12:34:00.002+08:002023-03-08T12:34:36.829+08:002023<p>It's been ages since I touched this blog. We just passed thru two years of pandemic. Should I start updating this blog again?<br /></p>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-12968821251055966382010-12-03T12:05:00.001+08:002010-12-03T12:06:55.838+08:00Moving on...This blog represents one part of me but I don't seem to be able to cough up new entries in it. So I've decided to start anew in <a href="http://swirlingchaos.wordpress.com/">http://swirlingchaos.wordpress.com/</a>. See you there!Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-47422298748920770352010-06-04T09:01:00.004+08:002010-06-04T09:03:30.727+08:00Black and White<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Extracted from my facebook: June 04, 2010</span><br /><br /><blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >When we meet alone with God in the dark of night<br />Things can become clear as black and white<br />But then we return to the bright fold of day<br />And things are again bleached a shade of grey</span><br /><br /></blockquote>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-10627229504808811672010-06-04T08:56:00.004+08:002010-06-04T09:01:00.632+08:00You Own Nothing<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Extracted from my facebook status message: Thursday June 03, 2010</span><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;">In the beginning<br />We came with nothing<br />And when we are leaving<br />We can't take anything<br />So why are we rushing<br />And busy amassing<br />Things that count for nothing<br />At the ending</span><br /><br /></blockquote>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-47399296896964669232010-06-04T08:54:00.004+08:002010-06-04T09:04:00.900+08:00Reflections of an Angry Soul<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Extracted from my facebook status message: Wednesday June 4, 2010</span><br /><blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The gloomy skies seek for sunshine</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The stormy sea yearns to be still</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The raging soul says, "Mine!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >But the longing heart says, "Thy will"</span></span><br /><br /><br /></blockquote>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-45108373948636820252010-05-18T22:45:00.002+08:002010-05-18T22:48:14.613+08:00Pride of a LonerI used to be a very comfortable loner, sheltered in my little world of books and music, fueled by my imagination.<br /><br />Then I made the mistake of questioning my principles and started liking people.<br /><br />Attachment and detachment. Making friends and breaking up. Liking then hating. Trust followed by betrayal.<br /><br />I really need to get back to the good old days.Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-70390208040318014572010-05-06T09:59:00.005+08:002010-05-06T10:17:07.572+08:00Hello, it's been a while...Haiz, seems like I've abandoned my little blog. That's the nature of man, always changing, mostly unfaithful, ha ha (OK, it's a blog, not a wife)<br /><br />I've reached the milestone year I've set for myself years ago where I'm supposed to have achieved a certain goal but looks like it didn't happen. Not the way I wanted.<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder why I've lived as long as I've had. I don't really know how to appreciate this life that I have and twice I've wished to cast it away like one throwing a rock into a rushing river. Looking at others who have passed on but way younger than me, not by their own wishes, one can't help but think, "Life's not fair". Sigh, where there's life, there's hope, there are new things to see, new horizons to explore.<br /><br />I'm sure if you're the reflective type, you'd look back and analyze how different you are today than maybe, two decades ago. I guess I've become more sociable but at the same time, I've become more cynical, critical, sarcastic and less trusting. What an irony huh!<br /><br />On certain days, I wish I could still be comfortable as that loner years ago, who could spend the entire day, snuggled in bed with books or bending over the glow of a monitor, killing virtual monsters and levelling in some role playing game, or just strumming the hours away on my beloved guitar. But no... these days, I crave for the pleasure of another person's company, to share thoughts, exchange experiences or just to hang out. Yeah, I can imagine the crowds out there thinking the same mundane stereotype thoughts "Get a girlfriend, get married". Sorry, but I think that's hardly a solution because I think if it was one person, I'd get bored in a jiffy, sort of like eating wan tan mee everyday for a month. *Puke*<br /><br />Oh well, this was just a sharing of thoughts for my friends who are wondering if I'm still here on the same plane of existence as them. Yeah, I'm still here and am the father of two min pins you see in the banner. Cute little rascals and costing me hours of sleep daily, and robbing me of travel time until I find a good puppy-sitter.<br /><br />Anyway, til the next blog post... Adios, my friends.Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-16576474220466127882010-03-09T15:42:00.001+08:002010-03-09T15:44:16.569+08:00My Two DaughtersBefore Christmas last year, two 'daughters' joined my family.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/4419524636/" title="My Min PIns by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4419524636_2dd7d3be11_o.jpg" alt="My Min PIns" width="500" height="324" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I doubt they'll become good watchdogs anytime soon but they're still real cute and fun.<br /></div></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-88067593210973509142010-03-05T13:02:00.002+08:002010-03-05T13:03:31.705+08:00MeaninglessThe five year old concluded life was meaningless because everybody was trying to do what someone else was already doing. In church, the teen found that even a wise and powerful king could write something like Ecclesiastes. 3 decades later, I have yet to find contradicting evidence.<br /><br />Guess life is not meant to be reasoned just lived.Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-22678366483965578702010-02-22T08:21:00.003+08:002010-02-22T08:24:43.876+08:00Forgiveness and Bees<span id="profile_status"><span id="status_text"><blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><br />Forgiveness is like removing the sting of a bee. You're removed the source of the pain but there's still a swelling and you won't let the bee come so close the next time<br /><br /></blockquote>Early every morning, I notice there'll be a few stray honey bees, some regular sized and some extra large that will be drawn towards our house lights. I was just worried that they'd sting my puppies so I turn off the light.<br /><br />Anyway, I got inspired to write the above lame phrase today.<br /><br /></span></span>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-24852337756093407522010-01-03T21:18:00.002+08:002010-01-03T23:59:11.452+08:00Hello 2010, Goodbye 2009Well 2009 has come and gone, and I've not been blogging enough. Soon.. soon.Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-74718265684116356692009-12-07T08:49:00.007+08:002009-12-07T12:02:00.724+08:00I Miss The Days<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Thought of the Day:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">I truly despise those people who freely used my photos and never gave me any credit or compensation. Damn opportunists!</span><br /><br /><br />I miss the days<br />I looked forward to each new day<br />When everything was fresh and beautiful<br />Even the ugly things<br /><br />I miss the days<br />I could trust people without reservation<br />When there was hope for everyone<br />Even the hypocrites<br /><br />I miss the days<br />Of cherished friendships gone<br />Of childhood friends, old classmates, coursemates and uni-mates<br />Not so much the missing person but the lost friendship<br /><br />I miss the days<br />I didn't judge or criticise so much<br />But too many excuses and turning a blind eye<br />Was poisoning my soul<br /><br />I miss the days<br />Simple things used to be beautiful<br />When happiness was not purchased with money<br />Even clean air is not free now<br /><br />I miss the days<br />When all songs were pure and beautiful<br />Not coated with propaganda, genres and jingles<br />Can hardly find a decent tune to hum to these days<br /><br />Guess those days are gone<br />No point to mourn<br />Time to leave my heart on the shelf<br />And put on my dark future self<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-61016158972080778092009-11-13T16:49:00.003+08:002009-11-13T16:51:01.455+08:00In A Daze<div style="text-align: center;">Been away,<br />Feeling lost<br />Life's kinda crazy<br />When you're not the boss...<br /><br />Sigh...<br /></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-45385883529800162022009-10-19T14:27:00.002+08:002009-10-19T14:29:53.101+08:00A Cool Guide To Photography AdIf you like photography, you mustn't miss this funny and creative Samsung ad.<br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnJ8pPSEW6k&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tnJ8pPSEW6k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-42847595783639885842009-10-05T08:48:00.003+08:002009-10-05T09:51:34.211+08:00Drifting<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Thought of the Day: Some people live, some people drift, I guess I just drift.</span><br /><br />Do you ever wonder what goes on inside another person's mind? What are those inner mechanisms or gears that make them tick?<br /><br />Perhaps if we can spend a day in the minds of those we look up to, maybe we might gain some insights in that quest to become that better person we yearn to be.<br /><br />I've been busy lately. Not as in "I have a lot of plans and goals" busy, but more like 'headless chicken running around' busy. My days are no longer mine to squander as I fancy.<br /><br />Maybe I've become too much of a doormat, catering to other people's demands. Maybe I've always been a doormat. But even doormats become worn out with use.<br /><br />Life is so tiring for people like me.<br /><br />Sigh.Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-6422243514790867692009-09-16T15:06:00.003+08:002009-09-16T15:12:47.545+08:00Many Updates, Many Firsts and Many Civet CatsToo many things have happened and too little time to blog them.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">September 11 </span><br />Saw my <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">first live civet cat</span>. Later saw two of the babies 'hanging around' and making noises during vocal lesson. But they were too high up to be rescued.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">September 12 </span><br />Got an sms from boss saying the babi civet cats have been apprehended. Did my <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">first wedding dinner photoshoot</span> today. The bride is a friend I've known many years online but this wedding marks our <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">first meeting in person</span>. Enjoyed the photoshoot thoroughly.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">September 13 </span><br />Church as usual. Watched "Gamer" movie starring Gerard Butler. Great idea, lousy movie.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">September 14 </span><br />Made my <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">first call to Jabatan Perhilitan </span>which is the department responsible for wildlife protection. Oh, did I forget to mention that two baby civets were caught? Anyway, the wildlife people took them to safer grounds.<br />Watched a Japanese movie called 'Okuribito' or 'Departures'. Revolves around an ex-celloist who became an encoffiner. Sounds morbid but an excellent story. It garnered 13 awards in Japan.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">September 15 </span><br />Another baby civet captured. Had to call the wildlife protection folk again. Babysitted the little fellow until lunch. Quite fierce initially but mellowed down after Jonzz stuffed it with some bananas and some water.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">September 16 </span><br />Another civet cat caught. OMG! This is getting boring. Decided to do our own release in nearby jungle.<br /><br />Kinda lazy to put pics yet. Will probably do them later. (Hopefully)Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-71133523347888312372009-09-11T09:55:00.005+08:002009-09-11T10:22:50.651+08:00The Elusive Civet Cat: Part 2<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Thoughts of the Day: Sometimes, people's attitudes towards animals really sicken me. Okay, I'm not going to be a hypocrite and say I'm a 100% pure vegetarian. I eat chicken and cow just like the next guy, just that I don't cage and torture them for my own entertainment. Some people just kill them NOT out of self defence but for sport. Disgusting! I mean, God created this planet not just for people alone but also for other creatures but look at what it's becoming...</span><br /><br /><br />Firstly, you should know, the civet cat is a protected species in Malaysia so for those of you who've been munching '<span style="font-style: italic;">ko chee lei</span>' in some exotic restaurants, you've been having an endangered animal for lunch.<br /><br />Anyway, that's not what this post is about. This civet cat at my workplace has been occupying the higher places in our hall. Of course, this would not have been any issue if the little fellow had not been leaving maggot producing carcasses there as well.<br /><br />Imagine, you are in the hall, listening to the speaker and suddenly *plop* *plop* *plop*, you are hit by a shower of disgusting stinky maggots from above. Trust me, if you smelled those maggots, you'd have thrown up.<br /><br />So they finally baited and trapped it with bananas. No, they aren't gonna kill it. They are just going to release it in the jungle on the outskirts of Seremban where it will be safe from humans (and us humans will safe from it and the rain of maggots, he he he)<br /><br />Anyway, below is a pic of the adult civet cat before it was released.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3908584600/" title="Civet Cat Caught by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3908584600_a7074dcfcf_o.jpg" alt="Civet Cat Caught" width="600" height="389" /></a><br /><br />Cute, eh? Well, don't entertain any illusions about keeping one as a pet. They are fierce fellows and still wild animals, so they might take off your finger if you're not careful.<br /></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-6370170395291444722009-09-10T10:40:00.004+08:002009-09-10T10:52:05.519+08:00The Elusive Civet CatFrom my past posts, some people must assume I work at a jungle or some zoo.<br /><br />Well, I hate to disappoint you but there are no tigers, elephants or wild boars here. Probably just the common snakes, monkeys, crazy birds and the elusive civet cat.<br /><br />Last Sunday, I took a photo of my first baby civet cat. Yesterday I finally caught sight of the elusive adult civet cat. First I heard some screechy noise from above. When I looked up, I saw this long, graceful and slim animal which looked like half cat half fox. It was carrying a baby in its mouth as it gracefully made its way across the beams of the hall.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I wasn't prepared to capture any pictures so I can only show your a sketch from memory.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3905845542/" title="Sketch of Civet Cat by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3427/3905845542_431a40d4aa_o.jpg" alt="Sketch of Civet Cat" width="600" height="329" /></a>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-2518122243153232672009-09-08T08:43:00.005+08:002009-09-08T12:24:08.846+08:00A Most Eventful Birthday Weekend (and many deaths...)<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Thoughts for the day: There is a time for plowing and a time for harvesting. (FarmTowners and Farmvillers learn that every day) There is a time for life and a time for death. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Praise His Name!</span><br /><br /><br />Well, I just celebrated my birthday last Saturday. I've grown one year younger again. (Ha ha, I'm so thick skinned... I also discovered a blogger has the same birthday as I do)<br /><br />It has really been an eventful past few days.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3898747248/" title="sky050909 by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2459/3898747248_11b5d52975_o.jpg" alt="sky050909" width="600" height="450" /></a><br /><br />The sky was clear and a majestic blue that day. Thank you, God. Actually, I didn't party or paint the town red. Old Jonzzy just had Hakka mee and cendol for lunch with some of his good buddies, and then a chinese dinner at a new place. (5 dishes for 4 people.. well, gluttony was in the air.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3898746820/" title="bdaycake2009 by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3898746820_8d451d63dc_o.jpg" alt="bdaycake2009" width="600" height="450" /></a><br /><br />Then I had a birthday cake from a good friend CK and his gang. My first precut birthday cake, ha ha ha... so convenient. And one candle too... see I'm growing younger everyday. OK, enough boring crap about my birthday.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3897966079/" title="civetcatbaby by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2470/3897966079_1e02ed2824_o.jpg" alt="civetcatbaby" width="600" height="450" /></a><br /><br />On Sunday after church, I spotted my first musang (civet cat). It's a baby and seriously cute. But be thankful, you're only looking at this and not smelling it. Trust me, it stinks. My friend can attest to that. <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Ever since he touched it,</span> several rounds of washing with soap couldn't remove the scent <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">from his hand</span>.<br /><br />At this month of many birthday celebrations for Jonzz and his friends, there were a few deaths too. On Friday, somebody's grandmother passed on. On Sunday, it was a church member's wife. Then yesterday, it was a colleague's mum. Sigh!<br /><br />Well, that's it for now. Belated birthday wishes are still accepted! (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-6920655168034101102009-08-31T11:20:00.004+08:002009-08-31T11:44:14.127+08:00To Blog or Not To Blog (Unedited version)I'm still here, and still very much alive, as can be attested to by my blogging Facebook buddies. (Hmm, should I coin the term BFB, nahhh.... too many acronyms)<br /><br />I still love blogging and to be able to dump all my thoughts here. I mean one day I would like to read through it again and soak in all the memories of the good and bad old days, and share it with others.<br /><br />I guess I've been kind of holding back.<br /><br />Personally, I believe your private and precious sharings should be reserved for people who you care about and have a genuine concern for you; not THOSE STALKERS AND LURKERS who think to read it to gain an insight and use the advantage over you. Well, to that type of people, it works both ways, you are playing with a double edged sword.<br /><br />I realize how much over the past my style has changed:<br /><br /><ul><li>Initially, I just created this little blog to rant and rave to my heart's content, and dwelling in my own foolish fantasies of anonymity while doing it.</li><li>Then I discovered the other aspect to blogging: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Commentators</span>. Aiks! Poor Jonzz has discovered life out there. You know la, Jonzz is very shy... HE HE... not!</li><li>Then it became fun. Suddenly blogging became a hit gaining activity. Let's play with numbers and links! Woo hoo... I think a lot of people went through this same phase at the same time. Then it died out. Many of my familiar bloggers links ceased blogging altogether due to whatever reason.</li><li>Oh, and I remember the time I switched my blog look to black to reflect my dark, brooding and melancholic personality. Dang, we all do silly things at some time. Anyway, it stuck. White on black is easier on the eyes, I think.</li><li>Which just about brings it to the present. I've been trying to keep things light. Posting my silly photos and light-hearted stories, bla bla bla. Boring huh. Well, you gotta know, melancholic temperament people have their highs and lows. It's seasonal and even annual.</li></ul>I have to admit, at times, I use my blog for bashing. I'm not that dumb. I know those people who know who I am. Well, try as we might, sometimes people just don't listen to reason and the only way to get them to hear you out, is to make them read a full post of no-holds barred scathing remarks without interruption. Don't worry, I don't make personal posts like that all the time. It makes me feel disgusted with myself too having to do it.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm still here. I think I'm moving on to another blogging phase. To all my dear blogging buddies out there, here's hoping we'll be blogging and exchanging comments for another 50 years and enjoying it.Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-17852032783716727112009-07-16T09:13:00.004+08:002009-07-16T16:59:56.780+08:00Birds and Windows<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">James 1: 23-25 (NIV Bible)</span> -</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what is says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3724685669/" title="The Bird and Its Reflection by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/3724685669_9b20fbf684_o.jpg" alt="The Bird and Its Reflection" width="500" height="375" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">From my office cubicle, I have observed and come to the conclusion that one of man's creations that is most harmful to birds are windows. Tinted windows, dirty windows, shiny windows, clean windows, reflective windows, somehow they just throw a bird's senses out of whack.<br /><br />Ever since I started work here, I have observed two birds crashing into the window. One died of a broken neck but the other survived, albeit a bit stunned for a full ten minutes.<br /><br />Another almost daily affair is a pair of bulbuls who attack and taunt their reflection, fully unaware of that person on the other side, busy snapping their antics with his handphone.<br /><br />My latest daily visitor for the past three days has been the oriole (I think) in the above picture who has come to make squawks at me during different times of the day. Of course , it's not squawking at me.. it's attracted to its reflection. When it happens, one colleague loves to repeat this statement "<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;">Your lovebird has come again</span>". I have no idea why people love to repeat the same lame remark day after day. It might be perceived as cute but repetitions just make the speaker look lame and annoying. Extremely annoying.<br /><br />Anyway, as usual, Jonzz will draw some parallels, then try to say something clever and philosophical about this.<br /><br />In life, we will observe many things happening around us. I think most people are born with that busybody gene in their bodies. They just like to interfere in things that have absolutely nothing to do with them. Of course, this may sometimes go badly with them since nobody likes a busybody. They end up like the birds that just go crashing through the window. Me? After much broken glass, I'd rather stay on my side of the window.<br /><br />At other times, we are like the other bird who interacts with its reflection in the window. We judge others and argue with others, not realizing that, we are judging ourselves because we behave the same way. But then, it would take a very humble and reflective person to realize that.<br /><br />OK, enough philosophical crap. I'm stopping here before I turn into a complete bird brain.</div></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-30293183529766712192009-07-14T02:26:00.004+08:002009-07-14T02:32:33.959+08:00After the Rain<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Thought of the Day: It did rain after that evening after that last post. Quite abundantly, I may add. Praise God! The haze did clear up substantially. Not my mental haze though.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3717014141/" title="The Bug After The Rain by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/3717014141_fbf0c2aab4_o.jpg" alt="The Bug After The Rain" width="500" height="369" /></a><br /></div><br />This colorful bug likes to reside on the pod plant in my garden. The droplets of rain doesn't seem to bug this bug at all. In fact it seemed to be soaking its feet in a large droplet while sucking sap or whatever from the pod.<br /><br />Such a contented creature.<br /><br />I wish I could be the same but I have yet to find my peace and rest. When will I find my answers?Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-83873484167922938742009-07-10T09:42:00.007+08:002009-07-10T09:52:38.909+08:00Sunset (July 9, 2009)<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Thought of the Day: I love sunsets. The thing about sunsets is they are so fleeting. If you're not having your camera, you will most likely fail to capture that moment. I guess the same goes for most of the other important moments in life.</span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3705235585/" title="Sunset, July 10, 2009 by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3705235585_79c1e93710_o.jpg" alt="Sunset, July 10, 2009" width="500" height="341" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It's always easier to tell other people to do the right thing. But not so with yourself. I've been so lethargic lately. My mind is as hazy as the one enveloping Seremban right now.<br /><br />Where oh where, is the rain that will come and wash away this shroud of laziness?<br />Yawn.<br /></div></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-52036897231592086772009-07-07T09:45:00.004+08:002009-07-07T10:00:18.450+08:00Nature's Packages<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Lessons from Life: Never just stick to one way of doing things. If you do, you'll never find out if there's a better way.</span><br /><br />Bananas must be one of nature's best fruits. So convenient. So tasty. And comes with its own packaging. Well, I only just discovered that the dragon fruit can be peeled too. (*Blush)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonzz/3696548388/" title="Peeling A Dragon Fruit by jonzz, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3433/3696548388_1c923b3afa_o.jpg" alt="Peeling A Dragon Fruit" width="500" height="375" /></a></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11797943.post-57994244632299778862009-07-06T00:09:00.009+08:002009-07-06T00:36:11.675+08:00Are you a Learner or a Whiner?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Thoughts for today: I'm very, very happy in church on Sunday. I'm trying to teach guitar to this huge group of people in church. Although we have communication difficulties due to language barriers but a majority of them have improved by leaps and bounds due to their enthusiasm plus their willingness to listen and learn. It's such a joy to teach them. Which brings me to today's post:</span><br /><br />Honestly, I don't think I'm such a great teacher.<br /><br />Although I'm not particularly fond of teaching but when I have decided to do it, I will give my all BUT I expect equal effort in return. Hence, I have little patience with whiners.<br /><br />Who are whiners, you may ask?<br /></div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>They don't listen but they try to dictate how you should teach them<br /></li><li>They don't practice but they come well prepared to feed you with a list of excuses<br /></li><li>They hardly focusing on learning, improving and working around their weaknesses. Instead they focus on the pain, the hardship and their self imposed weakness like age, lack of talent, bla bla bla. (You name it!)</li><li>They always take correction the wrong way: defensively and as a personal attack. How do you grow like that?<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">Usually in my experience, people who are well to do and blessed with plenty are good whiners.<br /><br />Basically, whiners whine and learners learn.<br /></div>Jonzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00294273031668725990noreply@blogger.com3