Hospitalize

My beasties recently just hospitalize due to tonsil plus the doctor suspect that he might have possible brain infection. That is something new to me when they took some sample of water from his spine cord to check if there is any brain infection. So far so good hope he could recover soon so that we could go Genting this coming Monday.

Anyway this is Bryan my 4th brother in the family.

The Piano

Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.

Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf... I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.

The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."

Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"

Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on pianissimo to fortissimo...from allegro to virtuoso.
His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?"

Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf...remember I told you my mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well....she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a protigi but that night I became a protigi... of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.

Afternoon, Evening & Night

Afternoon: Went out with Dennis and Enxi for a gathering at Toa Payoh. Dennis just back from Beijing. We went out to Library to Macdonald. We chit chat alot and keeping update. Is been long I met them.

Evening: I am at Clementi Wood, Sakura and thanks to Farah treat. Is a monthsary of 45th. Known this couple for at least 4 years. They are nice people. And of course I love to disturb them. Not long the sun is setting I will be in another event...

Night: Went out with Shay & Valerie, ended up meeting lot of her wonderful friend. They are such a nice ladies but of cause when we felt high there can be lot of crazy stuff going around in the pub. Such as emotion roller coaster or telling opinion or problem straight from your heart. Ezekiel accompany me for liquor buffet where house mix and drink as much as you want.

The Apple Tree

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He loved the tree top, ate the apples and took naps under the shadows. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time quickly went by...

The little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.
"Come play with me." the tree asked the boy.
“I am no longer a kid. I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied.
"I want toys. I need money to buy them."

"Sorry, but I don't have money. But you can pick my apples and sell them. Then you will have money."
The boy became very excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples.

The tree was sad. One day the boy returned and the tree became excited.
"Come and play with me." the tree said.
“I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”
"Sorry but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house."
Hence, the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back ever since then.

The tree was lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned again and the tree was delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat? "
"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."
Therefore, the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a very long time.

The boy finally returned after he left for many years.
"Sorry, my boy, but I don't have anything for you anymore. I have no more apples for you..." the tree said.
"I don't have teeth to bite." the boy replied.
"I have no more tree trunk for you to climb on."
“I am too old for that now." the boy said.
"I really can't give you anything. The only thing left are my dying roots." the tree said with tears.
"I don't need much now. I just need a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean and rest on."
"Come, come sit down with me and rest."
The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad. When we grew up, we left them. Only to go back to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, our parents will always be there for us and will give everything they can to make us happy. You may think that the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us treat our parents.

Low Self Esteem

I don't know I'm look good or not. Must it be really superficial. Sometime those words out from the pondan mouth can be really annoying. Also I don't know what wrong with me. Picky, selfish?? Sometime me too can be really annoying. But sometime I just take thing for granted and I know God grant my wish but simply I don't appreciate what he give me. All I know God is testing me.

My Fav. Drink: Long Island Tea
Location: TGIF

The Management Qualities

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” The youth answered “none”.

The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?”

The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.”

The director asked, “Where did your mother work?”

The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner.”

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?”

The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.”

The director said, “I have a request, when you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.”

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee.

The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?”

The youth answered, “I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes.”

The Director asked “please tell me your feelings.”

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.”

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our child instead?

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates ‘n bowls together with their brothers ‘n sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.

The most important thing is that your child learns how to appreciate the effort, experience the difficulty and learn the ability to work with others to get things done.

The Expression Of Love

When you were only 5 yrs old, I Said I Love You...

You asked me: "What Is It?"

When you were 15 yrs old, I Said I Love You....

You Blushed... You look down and smile…

When you were 20 yrs old, I Said I Love You....

You put your head on my shoulder and hold my hand… afraid that I might disappear…

When you were 25 yrs old, I Said I Love You...

You prepare breakfast and serve it in front of me, and kiss my forehead and said: "You better be quick, It’s gonna be late…"

When you were 30 yrs old, I Said I Love You....

You said: "If u really love me, please come back early after work..."

When you were 40 yrs old, I Said I Love You...

You were cleaning the dining table and said: "Ok dear, but it’s time for you to help our child with his/her revision..."

When you were 50 yrs old, I Said I Love You...

You were knitting and you laugh at me…

When you were 60 yrs old, I Said I Love You...

You smile at me…

When you were 70 yrs old, I Said I Love You...

We sitting on the rocking chair with our glasses on... I’m reading your love letter that you sent to me 50 yrs ago...with our hand crossing together…

When you were 80 Yrs Old, U Said U Love Me!

I didn’t say anything but cried.

We may not express it but when we say "I Love You" we want our partner also to say the same.

There are many ways of expressing love but nothing can play the same magic that these 3 words can play when said in return love

Across The Border...

Went with Joe and his family to Kl & Port Dickson. We left at 2330 and reach KL by 0630 as we lost in the village. But took a rest and off to Port Dickson and simply spend the whole day there...

The Genting Trip coming on the 2 April to 4 April, I have not set any money aside.

The chalet have not be organize.

I am nervous of my result.

I need a stable job and income rather than those freelance or event.

So that I could support my luxury clubbing lifestyle.

So many pressure weight against me but I am just bear the weight on my shoulder.

The Salty Coffee

He met her on a party.

She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home... suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there".

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home..

Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him!

Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:

"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".

Her tears made the letter totally wet.

Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee? It's sweet. She replied.

I am off to KL & Port Dickson. Look out for update...

Power Of Words

A group of frogs was traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit to see what could be done to help their companions.

When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out.

The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead.

Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and simply gave up. Spent and disheartened, he quietly resolved himself to his fate, lay down at the bottom of the pit, and died as the others looked on in helpless grief.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could.

Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out.

When he got out, the other frogs asked him, “Why did you continue jumping? Didn’t you hear us?”

Reading their lips, the astonished frog explained to them that he was deaf, and that when he saw their gestures and shouting, he thought they were cheering him on. What he had perceived as encouragement inspired him to try harder and to succeed against all odds.

This story teaches two lessons:


1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.


2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path.



The power of words

It is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times.


Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.

The Middle March

This is what happen during the early March to the mid-March.

Play Cage with my buddies and classmate, Republic Polytechnic in Kallang Cage. Did not expect 4 hours but kind of pretty good deals as it cost $54 for a pair of hours with a student promotion. Warm up, Play Up and a reward of makan at KFC with a huge burning of calories and time to recover. Well I am glad they meet and plan it for the next event that is chalet.

Later the next day, unexpected trip went to Klang, Malaysia with Joe to visit his Sister. But let say every trip to Malaysia there always a first time to any Malaysia Cultural. One of it is the Hospital. Is a two days trip but is no joke if you drove up and come back with manual. Anyone wanna take a challenge?

Than that me and Wilsen as we went Firefly @ Marriot Hotel. It was nice, fun, make new friend and great. But I am lack of photo... :(

The Son, Who Will Take The Son?

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Viet Nam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art."

The young man held out his package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.

He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

But the auctioneer persisted, "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued, "The son! The son! Who will take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?" the auctioneer continued.

"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?" asked the auctioneer.

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down his gavel, "I'm sorry, the auction is over."

What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!"

Rope & Trust

This is a story of a mountain climber, desperate to conquer the Aconcagua, initiated his climb after years of preparation.

But he wanted the glory to himself; Therefore, he went up alone. He started climbing and it was becoming later and later. He did not prepare for camping but decided to keep on going.

Soon it got dark . . . Night fell with heaviness at such high altitude and there was zero visibility.

Everything was black, no moon, and the stars covered by clouds.

As he was climbing a ridge at about 100 meters from the top, he slipped and fell. Falling rapidly he could only see blotches of darkness that passed in the same darkness and a terrible sensation of being suctioned by gravity.

He kept falling and in those anguishing moments’ good and bad memories passed through his mind. He thought he would die. Nevertheless, he felt a jolt that almost tore him in half. Like any good mountain climber he had staked himself with a long rope tied to his waist.

In those moments of stillness, suspended in the air he had no other choice but to shout, “HELP ME GOD”, “HELP ME!”

All of a sudden he heard a deep voice from heaven. “What do you want me to do?”

“SAVE ME!”

“Do you REALLY think that I can save you?”

“OF COURSE, MY GOD”

“Then CUT THE ROPE that is holding you up.”

There was another moment of silence and stillness. The climber continued to hang onto the rope, while hoping to be able to grab onto something that would enable him to climb to safety. Unable to see his true situation, the climber concluded, as most people would, that hanging onto the rope was his only hope. And so he held tighter to the rope.

The rescue team says that the next day they found, a frozen mountain climber hanging strongly to a rope TWO FEET off the ground . . .



What about you? How trusting are you in that “rope”? Why don’t you let it go? 


God has great and marvelous things for you. Are you willing to trust God with the many things in life beyond your knowledge or control? 


CUT THE ROPE AND SIMPLY TRUST IN HIM.

This is my new friend. His name is Joe. Wise, thinking out of the box and humor. I am glad I get to meet new friends and they are such a nice people. But be warn, sometime I do encounter friend that stab behind my back or simply think they are great. By the way, thanks Joe for treating me makan and drinks in Johor, B-Point. Is my treat the next time...

I pray to god to protect me from enemies, but I started losing friends.

Good friends stay, bad friend lost. And that what happen in my life... 

Ghost Trail 2.0

The exploring of hunted place in Singapore from West have been completed in the project of Ghost Trail 1.0/. But now the Ghost Trail 2.0 have return and is the east side. One of us could detect be it smell and sight of any phenomenon activity happen. We head to Pasir Ris area and one of it is the Red House that is just behind Aloha Chalet the bungalow section. Than we head to Pasir Ris Park, the swampy area that use to have an Park Observation Tower when a couple use to sucide. So any couple romance there might be ""Disturb"" but we just had a night walk and the moonlight is bright even if we off all our torchlight. We later went to Labrador Park to see if there any activity but there is (Under Phenomenon Report) but the view was awesome as a calm ocean with teenage BBQ.

We went to Mount Faber Park as tail say that normally when taxi driver when up to summit they got to be careful which customer they pick up.

Last but not list the Mount Faber Park. Visit the historical site of the Royal grave stone and a gathering of chit chat at 0500 till we left the place.

The Phenomenon Report:

Pasir Ris Park

If you are first time exploring hunted place or willing to experience the night walk you should try Pasir Ris Park. But is like a confident night park (Part of a typical high school camp itenary) to test your courage before you visit grave or an area where there is high level of phenomenon activity. Off all the torch light and let your sense adapt to a new environment. 

Experience Adventurous: Armature 

Labrador Park

Due in the past of during the Japaness Occupation, (World War II) is one of Singapore Historical Site. The Battle Site. So most likely assume many soul is not resting in peace. But not only spirit, but Genies that are not to be mess around especially from the witchcraft. Two people heard something jumping, another smell and last the sight which one of them saw. That is Pochong. we left the place immediately and head down to coast of Labrador Park. But we there explore the coast and one of the girl dont feel right in this particular area. Took my camera explore by taking snap shot and this what we get: A solo banana tree. Aso my friend Kumar went to explore but a unnexplainable phenomenon things happen. As he went to explore the Banana tree and the area that my friend felt something is not right after came back, his whole jacket is dry except his left pocket. And that where he place the nail where old folk believe that most spirit and genies scared of sharp object.
Experience Adventurous: Advance

Mount Faber & Farrer Park
These are the place where you can hang out after club to chat or a good enviroment to tell horror story. Also exploration those area that you either wanna see make-out couple or the hidden little secret history about those particular area. But when you at Farrer Park observe the timing when you visit the grave. Is from 0700 to 1900. Just to pay respect to the dead.
Experience Adventurous: Beginner


But I am glad that the trip went well and everyone went fine. I wanted to make another night outing but need to do more homework in those Malaysia, Johor.

Life Is A Coffee

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.

Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some... expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.

Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us." 
God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee! 

Know God Or No God

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem Science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and…..

Prof: So you believe in God?

Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof: Is God good?

Student: Yes.

Prof: Is God all-powerful?

Student: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.

Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is this God good then? Hmm?

(Student is silent)

Prof: You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fellow. Is God good?

Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?

Student: No.

Prof: Where does Satan come from?

Student: From…God...

Prof: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?

Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?

Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil?

(Student does not answer)

Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?

Student: Yes, sir.

Prof: So, who created them?

( Student has no answer)

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son…Have you ever seen God?

Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?

Student: No, sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?

Student: No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.

Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?

Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?

Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.

Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?

Prof: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold?

Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn’t.

(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, 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. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold.
Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.

(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?

Student: You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness 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 its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t.
If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?

Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.
Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
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: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?

Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?

(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar )

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?

(The class breaks out into laughter )

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?

(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable. )

Prof: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.

Student: That is it sir… The link between man & God is FAITH .

That is all that keeps things moving & aive.