I'm sorry, jie, for begging you to let me use the com to post up a blog post that I had to post up then not posting it up instead swapping it for two videos that basically kinda say about the same thing, just not so emo.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monash CF and The Sandbag Workout
I recently joined the Monash Christian Fellowship. It's like a whirlpool, sucking you in. Before I realized what was happening, I was going for dinner in big groups, calling the Multimedia and Reserve section of the library the "Aquarium", and organizing War Games.
War Games?
Yes, after my second attendance at CF, Peter asked me to organize War Games with him. I was going to explain the rules and how the games went and all that... but it's not the same without pictures and I have no pictures.
The short version is: There were lots of shirtless guys... and it was a capture-the-flag game.
The flags were actually bags of sand. Heavy bags of sand. Heavy bags of sand that I used today as weights. It's the cheapskate solution! Instead of buying expensive training equipment, I'll just get SANDBAGS.
Since there isn't any easy way to grip a sandbag, unlike a bar, your grip and forearm are worked much harder when lifting sandbags. That's good, because those gym-ers with huge shoulders, chests and biceps, but skinny forearms remind me of chickens.
Also, the sand moves around in the bags, and forces you to constantly balance the bag when lifting. This trains the smaller, balancing muscles that are ignored in typical weight training, which targets specific muscles to get the biggest growth in the shortest amount of time...
The conclusion? I'm not going to get very obvious results, because my muscles aren't going to "explode" in size, which is actually what happens when you start weight training... instead they're just going to get stronger, because all the small invisible muscles will be trained alongside the larger ones.
Well, that's the plan anyway. Let's see how long I'll keep this project going. I've definitely gotten better at sticking to plans this year though. I've been walking around barefoot for 2/3 of a year!
War Games?
Yes, after my second attendance at CF, Peter asked me to organize War Games with him. I was going to explain the rules and how the games went and all that... but it's not the same without pictures and I have no pictures.
The short version is: There were lots of shirtless guys... and it was a capture-the-flag game.
The flags were actually bags of sand. Heavy bags of sand. Heavy bags of sand that I used today as weights. It's the cheapskate solution! Instead of buying expensive training equipment, I'll just get SANDBAGS.
Since there isn't any easy way to grip a sandbag, unlike a bar, your grip and forearm are worked much harder when lifting sandbags. That's good, because those gym-ers with huge shoulders, chests and biceps, but skinny forearms remind me of chickens.
Also, the sand moves around in the bags, and forces you to constantly balance the bag when lifting. This trains the smaller, balancing muscles that are ignored in typical weight training, which targets specific muscles to get the biggest growth in the shortest amount of time...
The conclusion? I'm not going to get very obvious results, because my muscles aren't going to "explode" in size, which is actually what happens when you start weight training... instead they're just going to get stronger, because all the small invisible muscles will be trained alongside the larger ones.
Well, that's the plan anyway. Let's see how long I'll keep this project going. I've definitely gotten better at sticking to plans this year though. I've been walking around barefoot for 2/3 of a year!
Absorb that which is useful, disregard that which is useless
I have not invented a "new style," composite, modified or otherwise that is set within distinct form as apart from "this" method or "that" method. On the contrary, I hope to free my followers from clinging to styles, patterns, or molds. Remember that Jeet Kune Do is merely a name used, a mirror in which to see "ourselves". . . Jeet Kune Do is not an organized institution that one can be a member of. Either you understand or you don't, and that is that. There is no mystery about my style. My movements are simple, direct and non-classical. The extraordinary part of it lies in its simplicity. Every movement in Jeet Kune-Do is being so of itself. There is nothing artificial about it. I always believe that the easy way is the right way. Jeet Kune-Do is simply the direct expression of one's feelings with the minimum of movements and energy. The closer to the true way of Kung Fu, the less wastage of expression there is. Finally, a Jeet Kune Do man who says Jeet Kune Do is exclusively Jeet Kune Do is simply not with it. He is still hung up on his self-closing resistance, in this case anchored down to reactionary pattern, and naturally is still bound by another modified pattern and can move within its limits. He has not digested the simple fact that truth exists outside all molds; pattern and awareness is never exclusive. Again let me remind you Jeet Kune Do is just a name used, a boat to get one across, and once across it is to be discarded and not to be carried on one's back.
– Bruce Lee
Follow no limits and rules besides the natural laws that guide us onto the most efficient and functional paths, which are consequently the most beautiful.
The Beauty of Functionality
– Bruce Lee
Follow no limits and rules besides the natural laws that guide us onto the most efficient and functional paths, which are consequently the most beautiful.
The Beauty of Functionality
Monday, September 28, 2009
Dear Jared,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I’m joining the Convent. I think I realized it when your dog humped my leg outside of your office and I saw you carve your initials into the Catholic Priest. I'm sure you're open enough to understand how boring you are. I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I will not tell the authorities that you stole the whale from the backyard and I'm scratching my butt as you read this.
Best of luck on the sex change,
ChengHong.
Best of luck on the sex change,
ChengHong.
Going to Hell
I'm considering it. It seems like it would be more of a challenge. You know, that glorious doomed charge at the end against an omnipotent celestial force, and all that eternal suffering before and after. Sounds like fun.
Himbo moment.
I was watching Cast Away, and it was the part when Tom Hanks was in his lifeboat, and the waves were crashing all over him. The waves came down whooosh and there was a lot of water in his boat.
I was all "Ohmygawd Ohmigawd the water is gonna sink his boat! He better quickly poke a hole in the bottom and let the water out!"
P.S. A himbo is a male bimbo.
I was all "Ohmygawd Ohmigawd the water is gonna sink his boat! He better quickly poke a hole in the bottom and let the water out!"
P.S. A himbo is a male bimbo.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Keeping Fit
Today in church the pastor spoke about keeping fit. Spiritually and physically.
He compared the two, showing that the way to be healthy physically (eating nourishing food and exercising) is similar to being healthy spiritually (nourishing the spirit and serving God).
The excuses people give for their lack of fitness in both body and spirit are also similar. Too boring, don't know how, too demanding, tiring, and NO TIME.
What struck me was the end of the sermon, when the pastor prayed, he asked that all of us would be willing to work past the difficult stage, to find the reward at the end, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
This made me realize that this pastor doesn't really know how exercise works. And that made me wonder if his understanding of spiritual health is similarly flawed.
I happened to use the same comparison of physical and spiritual health when I was talking to a friend on Friday, who was sharing with me about how she was feeling so tired and drained after serving in church.
I told her, you must be doing something wrong, because it's not supposed to be difficult.
It's just like exercise. If after a workout, you feel discouraged, demotivated, and dreading your next session, you didn't do it right.
You're supposed to feel satisfied, aching and tired for sure, but it's a good burn. And you can't wait for the next time you do it. You're looking forward to that high. And it's rewarding in itself. The reward is not just the fitter body you will get, the reward is that feeling of accomplishment, the biochemical reactions of your body telling you that what you just did was Good.
Serving God is rewarding in itself. It's not boring nor demanding, it is never something you are reluctant to do yet still do because you were coerced into complying. If you feel bad when you do something, it's bad.
He compared the two, showing that the way to be healthy physically (eating nourishing food and exercising) is similar to being healthy spiritually (nourishing the spirit and serving God).
The excuses people give for their lack of fitness in both body and spirit are also similar. Too boring, don't know how, too demanding, tiring, and NO TIME.
What struck me was the end of the sermon, when the pastor prayed, he asked that all of us would be willing to work past the difficult stage, to find the reward at the end, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
This made me realize that this pastor doesn't really know how exercise works. And that made me wonder if his understanding of spiritual health is similarly flawed.
I happened to use the same comparison of physical and spiritual health when I was talking to a friend on Friday, who was sharing with me about how she was feeling so tired and drained after serving in church.
I told her, you must be doing something wrong, because it's not supposed to be difficult.
It's just like exercise. If after a workout, you feel discouraged, demotivated, and dreading your next session, you didn't do it right.
You're supposed to feel satisfied, aching and tired for sure, but it's a good burn. And you can't wait for the next time you do it. You're looking forward to that high. And it's rewarding in itself. The reward is not just the fitter body you will get, the reward is that feeling of accomplishment, the biochemical reactions of your body telling you that what you just did was Good.
Serving God is rewarding in itself. It's not boring nor demanding, it is never something you are reluctant to do yet still do because you were coerced into complying. If you feel bad when you do something, it's bad.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I run too fast for maturity to catch up.
Shopping-
Jared: I'll push the cart! WHEEE!
Cooking-
SuYin: Squash the tomatoes with the cleaver.
Jared: *Looks around for a knife* No knife wo. *Grips tomato. Squissshhh*
During dinner-
SuYin: He's like a 7 year old in a 21 year old body.
Jared: But... It's a very strong and sexy 21 year old body...
Jared: I'll push the cart! WHEEE!
Cooking-
SuYin: Squash the tomatoes with the cleaver.
Jared: *Looks around for a knife* No knife wo. *Grips tomato. Squissshhh*
During dinner-
SuYin: He's like a 7 year old in a 21 year old body.
Jared: But... It's a very strong and sexy 21 year old body...
Friday, September 25, 2009
Love and God
"I am terrified of love. I think that true love is not just in loving others but also in allowing one's self to be loved by others."
-Jeannette, my sister.
When I read that on my sister's blog, my gizzard did a little flip-flop and the strings of my gut twanged so hard they nearly snapped. What I mean is that it struck me real hard.
I realized that I've never asked anyone to love me, I've never let anyone love me. I would be willing to die for any one of my friends, and I thought that meant that I loved them. But I never even considered what they would do for me, I never expected anything, I never thought of their feelings, because I thought that being loved was irrelevant, and of no importance.
I've never known true love.
I treat my relationship with God is just like any other. I've never felt like I needed Him, rather I arrogantly promise that if He ever asks me to do anything, I will not hesitate.
I need to realize I need God.
I need to be humble.
I need to be vulnerable.
How hard can it be? All I have to do is throw away a lifetime of believing that I'm invincible.
-Jeannette, my sister.
When I read that on my sister's blog, my gizzard did a little flip-flop and the strings of my gut twanged so hard they nearly snapped. What I mean is that it struck me real hard.
I realized that I've never asked anyone to love me, I've never let anyone love me. I would be willing to die for any one of my friends, and I thought that meant that I loved them. But I never even considered what they would do for me, I never expected anything, I never thought of their feelings, because I thought that being loved was irrelevant, and of no importance.
I've never known true love.
I treat my relationship with God is just like any other. I've never felt like I needed Him, rather I arrogantly promise that if He ever asks me to do anything, I will not hesitate.
I need to realize I need God.
I need to be humble.
I need to be vulnerable.
How hard can it be? All I have to do is throw away a lifetime of believing that I'm invincible.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Choleric Sanguine
Description of the Choleric Sanguine by TimLaHaye.
It's the second most extroverted temperament blend, after the Sanguine Choleric. This man's life is given completely over to activity. Most of his efforts are productive and purposeful, but watch his recreation; it is so activity-prone that it borders on being violent.
He is a natural promoter and salesman, with enough charisma to get along well with others. Certainly the best motivator of people and one who thrives on a challenge, he is almost fearless and exhibits boundless energy. A convincing debater, what he lacks in facts or arguments he makes up in bluff or bravado.
The weaknesses of this man, the chief of which is hostility, are as broad as his talents. He combines the quick, explosive anger of the sanguine (without the forgiveness)and the long-burning resentment of the choleric. He is the one personality type who not only gets ulcers himself, but gives them to others.
Impatient with those who do not share his motivation and energy, he prides himself on being brutally frank. It is difficult for him to concentrate on one thing very long, which is why he often enlists others to finish what he has started. He is opinionated, prejudiced, impetuous, and inclined doggedly to finish a project he probably should not have started in the first place.He is apt to justify anything he does, and rarely hesitates to manipulate or walk over other people to accomplish his ends.
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=) So, how true is it? Am I a choleric sanguine?
It's the second most extroverted temperament blend, after the Sanguine Choleric. This man's life is given completely over to activity. Most of his efforts are productive and purposeful, but watch his recreation; it is so activity-prone that it borders on being violent.
He is a natural promoter and salesman, with enough charisma to get along well with others. Certainly the best motivator of people and one who thrives on a challenge, he is almost fearless and exhibits boundless energy. A convincing debater, what he lacks in facts or arguments he makes up in bluff or bravado.
The weaknesses of this man, the chief of which is hostility, are as broad as his talents. He combines the quick, explosive anger of the sanguine (without the forgiveness)and the long-burning resentment of the choleric. He is the one personality type who not only gets ulcers himself, but gives them to others.
Impatient with those who do not share his motivation and energy, he prides himself on being brutally frank. It is difficult for him to concentrate on one thing very long, which is why he often enlists others to finish what he has started. He is opinionated, prejudiced, impetuous, and inclined doggedly to finish a project he probably should not have started in the first place.He is apt to justify anything he does, and rarely hesitates to manipulate or walk over other people to accomplish his ends.
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=) So, how true is it? Am I a choleric sanguine?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I hate people being in my blind spot.
I can feel someone there, but I can't see them, it makes me feel uneasy and insecure...
Cheng Hong: Wah... Means can't be in a gay relationship.
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Cheng Hong: Wah... Means can't be in a gay relationship.
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Wrestling with Peter
We randomly thought of wrestling one day at uni. We used the CF room.
I lost the first round. The slippery bastard wouldn't meet me head on, he kept dancing around like a monkey, finally rushing in to grab a leg to unbalance me.
He stuck with his grab-a-leg strategy for the next three rounds. This made me realize that it is terribly easy to beat someone when you know exactly what they are going to do next.
After that something changed. I'm still not sure what it was, because he still kept going for the leg, but I lost the next two rounds. We were tied 3-3.
It was the final round. I could see it in his eyes... He was trying to give me the "eye of the tiger", but sadly, he was failing. With a roar (grunt), he charged at me, dipping low at the last moment... to grab my leg.
Alas! He grabbed it. Every time before this, whenever he got my leg, he won. What made this round different? What amazing move would I pull to create the needed happy ending to this tale?
I reached over and grabbed the back of his pants. Then I gave him a wedgie.
I quickly spun behind him as he was distracted. I wrapped my arms around him and lifted. As he plummeted to the ground, he cried, "Where can grab paaaannntttssss!!"
I lost the first round. The slippery bastard wouldn't meet me head on, he kept dancing around like a monkey, finally rushing in to grab a leg to unbalance me.
He stuck with his grab-a-leg strategy for the next three rounds. This made me realize that it is terribly easy to beat someone when you know exactly what they are going to do next.
After that something changed. I'm still not sure what it was, because he still kept going for the leg, but I lost the next two rounds. We were tied 3-3.
It was the final round. I could see it in his eyes... He was trying to give me the "eye of the tiger", but sadly, he was failing. With a roar (grunt), he charged at me, dipping low at the last moment... to grab my leg.
Alas! He grabbed it. Every time before this, whenever he got my leg, he won. What made this round different? What amazing move would I pull to create the needed happy ending to this tale?
I reached over and grabbed the back of his pants. Then I gave him a wedgie.
I quickly spun behind him as he was distracted. I wrapped my arms around him and lifted. As he plummeted to the ground, he cried, "Where can grab paaaannntttssss!!"
Monday, September 21, 2009
Hey Gorgeous.
Yes, I'm talking to myself.
P.S. I'm sorry for the self-loving theme evident in the last few posts. I promise to become less into myself, because lately I've been irritating my own self.
P.S. I'm sorry for the self-loving theme evident in the last few posts. I promise to become less into myself, because lately I've been irritating my own self.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Business Practice
A friend (named Peter) was teaching me some business practice the other day.
"So, before I do the big business, I do my small business outside first, because, sometimes, when you do the big business, there is some splash-back, you know, and you want the splash-back to be free of any effects of your small business..."
"So, before I do the big business, I do my small business outside first, because, sometimes, when you do the big business, there is some splash-back, you know, and you want the splash-back to be free of any effects of your small business..."
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
What's your underwear colour?
Jenna: How do you do it Jared? Ask tactless questions, and people don't get mad at you.
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Abel: Sometimes I wonder how Kor Kor hasn't been beaten up yet.
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The answer to this two questions is: I'm cute =)
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Abel: Sometimes I wonder how Kor Kor hasn't been beaten up yet.
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The answer to this two questions is: I'm cute =)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Regret
Ali laughed as he soared through the air.
Then gravity reasserted its authority, and he hit the ground, rolling, then on his feet again, he ran.
"You ran here," Abu said as he sat up in bed.
"Ah, how'd you know? I'm not even breathing hard!"
"You've got that happy twinkle in your eyes," he smiled, "And also, I heard your 'woohooo!'even though your apartment is ten blocks away. Do you have to jump out the window every time? You're going to regret it one day, all that stress on your bones and what not."
He laughed, "Don't worry, I'm invincible, you know."
"You're crazy, that's what I know."
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"Pssssst. Pssssst! Come on, let's go!"
He wondered how Ali managed to shout AND whisper at the same time.
"What are you doing here? It's 5 in the morning!"
Hey... he could do it too after all.
"Let's go watch the sun rise."
Damn him and his twinkly eyes.
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Abu coughed. Abu died.
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"I... never told him how I felt."
Ali laughed as he soared through the air.
The End
Then gravity reasserted its authority, and he hit the ground, rolling, then on his feet again, he ran.
"You ran here," Abu said as he sat up in bed.
"Ah, how'd you know? I'm not even breathing hard!"
"You've got that happy twinkle in your eyes," he smiled, "And also, I heard your 'woohooo!'even though your apartment is ten blocks away. Do you have to jump out the window every time? You're going to regret it one day, all that stress on your bones and what not."
He laughed, "Don't worry, I'm invincible, you know."
"You're crazy, that's what I know."
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"Pssssst. Pssssst! Come on, let's go!"
He wondered how Ali managed to shout AND whisper at the same time.
"What are you doing here? It's 5 in the morning!"
Hey... he could do it too after all.
"Let's go watch the sun rise."
Damn him and his twinkly eyes.
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Abu coughed. Abu died.
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"I... never told him how I felt."
Ali laughed as he soared through the air.
The End
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Why I'd be an awesome boyfriend.
Make sure you read the post below this one.
1. I'm tall. 177 cm.
2. I'm very confident.
3. I don't compromise and I stick to my principles.
4. I love getting dirty, but I love getting clean too.
5. I'm going to learn how to cook.
6. I do chores.
7. I like hard physical labor.
8. I'd never expect you to dress up. But I'll ooh and aah when you do.
9. I'd never let you go.
10. I'm very stable emotionally.
11. I'm laid-back and easygoing.
12. I'm not ugly.
13. I'm very nice to talk to.
14. I'm fit.
15. I'd understand when you need space.
16. I'm fun. And slightly crazy.
17. I like long, pointless walks.
18. I have a mind of my own. I'm thick-headed, but open-minded.
19. I like to cuddle.
20. I'm very open and honest.
21. Dogs and children seem to like me.
22. I'm fierce, protective.
23. I love reading.
24. I like vegetables.
25. I don't eat much usually, but I can eat a lot. And I love food. I'd swap and share to have more variety!
26. I'm adventurous.
27. I'd make you laugh.
28. I like learning new things.
29. I want to backpack around the world.
30. I'm very horny.
31. I'd love you.
1. I'm tall. 177 cm.
2. I'm very confident.
3. I don't compromise and I stick to my principles.
4. I love getting dirty, but I love getting clean too.
5. I'm going to learn how to cook.
6. I do chores.
7. I like hard physical labor.
8. I'd never expect you to dress up. But I'll ooh and aah when you do.
9. I'd never let you go.
10. I'm very stable emotionally.
11. I'm laid-back and easygoing.
12. I'm not ugly.
13. I'm very nice to talk to.
14. I'm fit.
15. I'd understand when you need space.
16. I'm fun. And slightly crazy.
17. I like long, pointless walks.
18. I have a mind of my own. I'm thick-headed, but open-minded.
19. I like to cuddle.
20. I'm very open and honest.
21. Dogs and children seem to like me.
22. I'm fierce, protective.
23. I love reading.
24. I like vegetables.
25. I don't eat much usually, but I can eat a lot. And I love food. I'd swap and share to have more variety!
26. I'm adventurous.
27. I'd make you laugh.
28. I like learning new things.
29. I want to backpack around the world.
30. I'm very horny.
31. I'd love you.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Why I'd be a bad boyfriend
1. I pick my nose whenever wherever
2. I have an Enormous ego, and I actually think it fits my awesomeness just right
3. I'm selfish, and will never do anything I don't want to do
4. I smell my armpits and groan
5. I don't cook
6. I dress terribly
7. I'm possessive
8. I'm insensitive
9. I'm Lazy
10. My face is asymmetrical, and my left ear is bigger than the other
11. I have average sized hands
12. I can't play any instrument, I don't even appreciate music
13. I would have a lot of other girl friends
14. I would spend a lot of time playing sports and computer games
15. I need a lot of alone time
16. I would behave terribly at events and functions
17. I walk too fast
18. I'm opinionated and argumentative and I always win
19. I have a mullet
20. I lie whenever it suits me
21. I like cats
22. I like to fight, I'm violent
23. I hate driving
24. I don't listen when I'm busy (eg. I'm reading a book, I won't hear when people talk to me)
25. I like celery
26. I eat from the jar, drink from the carton
27. I'm too reckless
28. I have cold hands
29. I'm not good at badminton
30. I'm anti-social, and I hate crowds
2. I have an Enormous ego, and I actually think it fits my awesomeness just right
3. I'm selfish, and will never do anything I don't want to do
4. I smell my armpits and groan
5. I don't cook
6. I dress terribly
7. I'm possessive
8. I'm insensitive
9. I'm Lazy
10. My face is asymmetrical, and my left ear is bigger than the other
11. I have average sized hands
12. I can't play any instrument, I don't even appreciate music
13. I would have a lot of other girl friends
14. I would spend a lot of time playing sports and computer games
15. I need a lot of alone time
16. I would behave terribly at events and functions
17. I walk too fast
18. I'm opinionated and argumentative and I always win
19. I have a mullet
20. I lie whenever it suits me
21. I like cats
22. I like to fight, I'm violent
23. I hate driving
24. I don't listen when I'm busy (eg. I'm reading a book, I won't hear when people talk to me)
25. I like celery
26. I eat from the jar, drink from the carton
27. I'm too reckless
28. I have cold hands
29. I'm not good at badminton
30. I'm anti-social, and I hate crowds
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Love Never Fails
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
- 1 Corinthians 13
Love never fails.
- 1 Corinthians 13
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Perfect Figure and The Media
In my last post, I said that I would prefer an intelligent person over a vapid bimbo. However, at the same time, I would never be able to truly like an ugly, unfit person who actually says "I'm happy the way I am".
Now you tell me, "How do you know your concept of beauty isn't influenced by the media? Why can't people be happy the way they are?"
This is actually directed at Carmen and Suyin! But indirectly concerns JonChu. Go read his post! JON CHU'S POST. *CLICK*
Before I go on, let me ask you, what is the mass media? From the way some people talk about it, it seems like some sentient organism with its own purpose, being able to "influence" the masses and so on.
But it's not. The messages in the media came from someone. Ideas like "You can be happy with whoever you are, it doesn't matter if you're fat or thin, stupid and ugly, you can be satisfied" come from the mass media too. DISNEY! Blogs are a medium too, btw.
So to say that the idea of the perfect figure is a unrealistic depiction of the mass media is unfair, since the idea that one can be happy with whoever you are is ALSO an idea in the media. The fact is, almost EVERY opinion held by the masses is present in the media.
Since I have shown that BOTH opinions are present in the media, we can ask, "Which opinion is correct?" without saying things like "you are wrong because your opinion is formed and influenced by THE MEDIA".
Now, go read Jeannette Goon's post *CLICK* on the perfect figure.
She wrote from a logical point of view, stating that men desire the perfect figure because of its functionality. I agree with her, but I would like to add a little something to it-
The body you have was given to you by God. What are you doing with it?
If you are overweight, and are not happy about it, congratulations, you're not supposed to be. Now do something about it. God gave some 10 talents, while others only got 1. Don't bury it.
If you are happy about it... Google "Dangers of Obesity" Or click the link.
If you do not exercise, if you eat unhealthily, if you do anything you know is not good for your body excessively... and you feel good about it... then I'm not going to bother preaching to you.
But if you feel guilty whenever or after you do such things, guess what? It's your body telling you "YOU IDIOT. TAKE CARE OF ME".
Now you tell me, "How do you know your concept of beauty isn't influenced by the media? Why can't people be happy the way they are?"
This is actually directed at Carmen and Suyin! But indirectly concerns JonChu. Go read his post! JON CHU'S POST. *CLICK*
Before I go on, let me ask you, what is the mass media? From the way some people talk about it, it seems like some sentient organism with its own purpose, being able to "influence" the masses and so on.
But it's not. The messages in the media came from someone. Ideas like "You can be happy with whoever you are, it doesn't matter if you're fat or thin, stupid and ugly, you can be satisfied" come from the mass media too. DISNEY! Blogs are a medium too, btw.
So to say that the idea of the perfect figure is a unrealistic depiction of the mass media is unfair, since the idea that one can be happy with whoever you are is ALSO an idea in the media. The fact is, almost EVERY opinion held by the masses is present in the media.
Since I have shown that BOTH opinions are present in the media, we can ask, "Which opinion is correct?" without saying things like "you are wrong because your opinion is formed and influenced by THE MEDIA".
Now, go read Jeannette Goon's post *CLICK* on the perfect figure.
She wrote from a logical point of view, stating that men desire the perfect figure because of its functionality. I agree with her, but I would like to add a little something to it-
The body you have was given to you by God. What are you doing with it?
If you are overweight, and are not happy about it, congratulations, you're not supposed to be. Now do something about it. God gave some 10 talents, while others only got 1. Don't bury it.
If you are happy about it... Google "Dangers of Obesity" Or click the link.
If you do not exercise, if you eat unhealthily, if you do anything you know is not good for your body excessively... and you feel good about it... then I'm not going to bother preaching to you.
But if you feel guilty whenever or after you do such things, guess what? It's your body telling you "YOU IDIOT. TAKE CARE OF ME".
If you are female you should read this.
Knowledge is Power. *CLICK THIS*
Recently, at a Secret Blogger's Alliance meeting (that I was not invited to), I said that I actually would prefer intelligence over physical attractiveness. Now I don't mean that I don't appreciate beauty, in fact, it is the complete person, the entireness of one that should attract people to each other, and claiming that I only look at the inside, or only judging based on physical qualities, would be shallow.
Just click the link.
Recently, at a Secret Blogger's Alliance meeting (that I was not invited to), I said that I actually would prefer intelligence over physical attractiveness. Now I don't mean that I don't appreciate beauty, in fact, it is the complete person, the entireness of one that should attract people to each other, and claiming that I only look at the inside, or only judging based on physical qualities, would be shallow.
Just click the link.
Friday, September 4, 2009
How to kill a Witch
Walk up to her, it doesn't matter where she's facing. Wait for her to get up. Don't let her screaming distract you, and don't ever lose your cool. Look right into her blood-red, glowing eyes, and blow the top of her head off with your shotgun. It's that easy.
My Shotgun's name is Sarah.
My Shotgun's name is Sarah.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
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