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Nuff Said.

Regardless Of What You Are Going Through,
Remember, God’s Word Is Always True.

– Robb Thompson

When I worry, I put the stresses of my situation and circumstance above my belief in the Word of God. When I worry, I fail to fully place my heart and mind in His hands, wholly surrender myself and find rest in Him. When I worry, I doubt His awesome power and the truth in His Word. Sigh. So many things I do to disappoint Him when I worry.

Jesus said, “Do not worry…”
It wasn’t a suggestion;
it was a command.

Okay, Daddy, I will obey.

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John 17:17
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“Sanctify them by Your truth.
Your Word is truth.”

– New King James Version (NKJV)
Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.

Was having a nice chat the other day and an interesting topic popped up:

S.E.C.U.R.I.T.Y

Whoa. Don’t play play.
That is one very heavy 8-letter word.

*sweat*

Men and women both seek security in life in many ways – in many DIFFERENT ways. What’s important to a man is dissimilar to what’s important to a woman. As much as men are more open to the evolving gender roles of today, and modern women are ever in a fight to dissolve the gender roles that bind them, our makeups are just not the same. We want different things in life. And as much as our lives are being revamped to blur the lines between the two genders, we still seek security that are poles apart.

Men look for security in their careers and in their ability to provide for their family. (I’m guessing.) While women look for emotional and psychological security above all else. (I know.)

We’re quite different aren’t we?

But then again, it’s worked for us thus far, hasn’t it?

But wait.

What about material security?

That’s a BIG DEAL to a lot of people, isn’t it? In fact, for some people, it’s so big a deal that it becomes everything to them. Sigh. Materialism is prevalent in our society. It is. There’s no denying it. Women seek out rich guys in hopes of living the good tai-tai life. Men struggling in their career marry rich men’s daughters to gain access to their millions. Heck, it’s like marrying a gold-mine in a shapely human suit. So in the grand scheme of things, where does material security fit in?

Well, in all honesty, money matters. (Stop it with the Look of Shock. *stab stab* ) I’m just being honest; I’m being realistic. We all need it to survive, don’t we? So cut me some slack. I’m not being gold-digger-ish. I just want to be able to pass the days with food on my plate, clothes on my body, shoes on my feet and a roof over my head. The difference between me and THOSE people is that I don’t classify money as the most important thing to me. It doesn’t top my Security List.

Emotional Security | Psychological Security | Material Security

For me, the least important of the three is material security. Why? Because material security only offers the promise of a more contented physical life – by fulfilling our basic human needs like food and shelter. Emotional and psychological security, however, breathes life to our INSIDES. And come on, we all know that it’s the inside that counts.

To have a sense of emotional and psychological security is a feeling that’s unrivaled by far. It helps fill our love tanks and lets us know, realize and feel that we matter to the people who tell us that they love us. After all, it’s only human to want to feel loved and treasured, adored and pampered, and honored and respected. In fact, we want it so badly that we ache to feel it in our bones.

You see, guys, if you’ve got material security at the expense of emotional and psychological security, everything becomes pointless because it is inevitable that parts of you eventually die on the inside – parts that are not being fed with the much-needed doses of TLC – parts like your heart and your mind. However, if you’ve got emotional and psychological security down pat, any (outward-looking) fight is worth it. The effort you put into fighting for material security is paid for in full, emotionally and psychologically, simply because you’ve got one another to hold on to. You’ll always fight the good fight with a full tank of “gas”. It’s then that you’ll discover fighting for that latter form of security TOGETHER fulfilling in its own little way.

However, if you aren’t offered emotional and psychological security by your partner, everything becomes a gamble that’s hardly worth the risk. Are wealth, riches and earthly possessions really worth the fight for emotional and psychological security? I don’t believe so. That’s too high an opportunity cost to bear. Lose my soul, my self and my happiness for another dollar or two in the pocket? I don’t think so. My answer’s a definite “No, thank you.”

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you find someone who can give you all the goodies in the world but isn’t a goodie himself/herself, then it’s not going to be worth the price you’re eventually going to pay. But then, I’m only speaking from a girl’s point of view. *blink blink* Hmmm. At the same time though, you guys know I don’t always think like the general female population. Haha. I should really come to a conclusion before I successfully confuse myself.

So…

The bottom line is this. If you’ve found a man (or woman) who is able to offer you all three forms of security, damn, you’re a lucky one. May everybody be as fortunate as you are or at least have half your good fortune. If you don’t, then it’s up to you to decide which form of security is of more importance to you personally. All the best!

Looks like looking for a job is a lot of hard work in itself.

*wipes brow*

Stresssssss.

Freakin’.

Difficult.

Wei.

This time sure tiao piak die.

“How I wish that it was just…
How I wish that…
How I wish that tomorrow were a Saturday.
How I wish that…”

Yeah, I wish that, too.

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I slept like a baby; I slept like a rock.

If only bedtime was as good as often as it was.

How I wish…

I’m not into flip phones much but this one is quite the looker, isn’t it? Not overdone in anyway, it’s small, light (only 95g) and relatively user-friendly (considering it’s not a Nokia or a Sony Ericsson).

*snicker*

Plus, the functions and features aren’t half bad either. It boasts the much-talked-about-but-little-used-in-Malaysia 3G Technology, an expandable memory card ability (alongside its generous 50MB internal memory and already inserted 35MB memory card), an integrated MP3 player, video recording and video calling capability, a 1.0 Mega pixel camera with video, TFT & OLED colour displays, Bluetooth, Tri-Band as well as E-mail capability, meshed together with all other high-tech jazz.

Phew.

But guys, listen up!

What I really like about it is its External LCD Display.

Sweeeeet.

What a spankin’ phone.

I like.

Well, unfortunately for the likes of us, the Samsung Z500 hasn’t reached Malaysian shores yet. It’d probably take awhile more, too. Especially since we haven’t exactly jumped onto the 3G-bandwagon. Sigh. So guys, I guess it looks like we’re not even close to smelling it here anytime soon. Talk about being pathetic, man. Sheesh.

But well, the world still goes on without us.

As good as it is, the Samsung Z500 is already said to have been technologically replaced by the new Samsung Z510. Bleh. Whatever. I don’t care. This phone says what I want to hear; it shows me what I want to see. It’s gotta be better.

*sigh*

Okay, fine.
Go ahead and think I’m biased.
But then again, so what if I am?

The Samsung Z500 – a smart phone with a mind of its own.

“Sayang Pam”, it says?

Ahhh, set la like that.
I’ve decided – I like it.
It’s a clever one, this one.
Very smooth.

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So, the moral of today’s post is: -

Listen to the phone.

Wee hee heeeee!

As of this moment, I am officially obsessed. Been Nike-sports-pants crazy for a while now but today, I finally hit the whacko bar with my costliest buy yet.

Sakit.

*sighs*

Oh, but so pretty it is, no?

When I first saw (and fell in love with) this pair of tracks, I thought to myself, “Waaa. So nice! So gaya; summore so comfortable! I could definitely do with owning one of these babies, man!” Heh. Then after sneaking a peek at the price tag, I went, “WAAAA! CRAZY AH!? Raise real babies also cheaper, man!”

Sigh.

Dilemma.

So what did I do?
I did what Nike taught me to do.

Don’t think already. Just buy la!

*contented sigh*

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this garment features the famed Dri-FIT fabric that supposedly “wicks perspiration to keep you dry and comfortable”.

Riiiiggghhhtttt.

*blink blink*

But I so bought into it.

Sucker.

But then again, why ever not?

Yes yes. Dri-FIT’s the way to go. And sure, too expensive and insanely overpriced, it is. But but but it’s justifiable, right!? We’re paying for groundbreaking fabric technology here, right!? It’s supposed to keep me dry and comfortable, right!?

Sigh.

That’s what I keep telling myself.

*repeats to self*

Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.
Technology costs money.

Aaarrgh, forget it.

This is way too much work.
Me’s got spanky pants pants to enjoy.

Laters!

I. Feel. Like. Kickin’. Butt.

Hai-YAH!

You know, I remember reading about this somewhere. Many many YEARS ago. Waaay before I even came close to romantically holding hands with someone of the opposite sex. Haha. At that point in time, the max was when I held hands in a circle to pray, or when teacher said to hold hands and walk two-by-two or we’d not be allowed to go for break time. Haha. Young and innocent. I was a good kid, I was. I am a good kid.

Anyways, it was an article or perhaps a forwarded email that said that the way you hold hands is a telltale sign of how long your relationship will last. Silly, I know. But interesting, nevertheless. Do check it out. Haha.

Enjoy!

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METHOD ONE: The Two Intertwined Little Fingers
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Said to be the least “steady” when it comes to romantic relationships. Acceptable only during I-shy-you-also-shy dating periods that are commonly associated to the early months of dating. However, the couple should progress to Method 2 (coming up) as soon as that phase passes. This method should not be practiced in long-term relationships as it signifies a relationship that is easily broken and unable to withstand the test of bad times. It lacks the much needed tenacity to ensure the relationship’s survival. Not good. Except for when it comes to the lack of sweaty palms, of course.

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METHOD TWO: The Clasped Hands
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Said to be a one-up from Method 1 but still lacks the staying power that’s akin to Method 3 (coming up). May cause sweaty palms but has a significantly higher perseverance level as compared to Method 1. Not a bad start to a relationship but couples should progress to Method 3 so as not to remain in the We’reComfortableWithOneAnother Zone. Couples, do not stagnate but strive to enter the We’reCommittedToOneAnother Zone that comes with Method 3.

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METHOD THREE: The Clasped Hands With Fingers Intertwined
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Said to be the WeHaveMadeItAsACouple Method. May or may not cause sweaty palms, depending on how tightly intertwined the fingers are. This method is complex. WeHaveJustMadeItAsACouple couples tend to tightly grip hands and plaster them together, while WeHaveAlreadyMadeItAsACouple couples employ a more relaxed hand-holding practice, giving each other’s palms some breathing room. This apparently signifies how liam-liam (Hokkien for “sticky”) the couple tends to be with one another. Increased liam-liam-ity shows higher levels of insecurity and greater levels of clingy-ness. The opposite is true of lower levels of liam-liam-ity.

Hmmm.

Interesting.

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DISCLAIMER: The writer so does not remember the exact information provided. As such, she is simply giving this a shot with whatever her very-limited-but-already-very-full memory has stored and has managed to regurgitate. The writer holds no responsibility for any negative effects (i.e. couple-fights regarding intertwining pinkies and clasping hands, etc…) that may arise from publishing this post. All positive effects are deemed the direct results of the writer’s endeavor to educate her readers. Thank you for your kind attention.

Jumped at the chance to people-watch this Valentine’s and noticed some boo-boo’s a number of couples committed. Laughed my head off and continued people-watching. Not a bad way to pass the time, actually. Haha. But friends, I don’t just watch.

*cough cough*

I learn.

Ahem.

*grin*

Don’t worry. I’m a nice person. Really.
In fact, I’m so nice that I’ll share some of my class-notes with you.

Lesson #1

…Ditch the matching clothing. It’s passé. The only stuff couples should ever match is anything people can’t see. Underwear or something – anything but what the rest of us are able to see. Hmmm. But then again, matching underwear is just corny. Not to mention it’s freakishly weird. Your call.

Lesson #2

…Don’t walk by like you think the world is looking at you. Anybody who’s a part of a couple (writer excluded) is waaaay too absorbed with each other to even sneak a glance your way. Self-absorbed much? Sheesh. Otherwise, it’s just downright mean to hope that a singleton would pass you a glance and salivate over your partner for their lack thereof. Find that heart, okay? I hope you’ve even got one.

Lesson #3

…Don’t be overdressed for the occasion or the venue. Spiky heels, evening gowns and bow-ties are overkills in mere shopping malls. Cocktail dresses are already a pretty far stretch but I’ll close an eye. After all, it’s not me who’s looking out of place. It’s you. Haha. But sure, there’s always the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you had dinner someplace nice before hitting the mall. Maybe. Hmmm.

Lesson #4

…Ladies, go easy on the make-up. You wouldn’t want your men to have to part your fake eyelashes in order to look into your eyes, would you? Plus, I doubt you’d want your lipstick to hitchhike over to your men’s pouters to help give them that added ounce of sex appeal, would you? Huh!? Huh?! Would you? FYI, CSI’s forensic team calls this phenomenon ‘transference’. Heh.

Lesson #5

…One perfume type per couple or none at all – thank you very much. Some scents just don’t go very well together, you know? They just don’t. So stop giving us headaches and quit with the over spraying. Bomba Malaysia should be called in to hose you guys down if not for the small matter of our impending water shortage. It’s a health hazard. Why? Cos you ain’t killin’ bugs with that hundred-dollar bottle of cologne, aftershave, perfume, or whatever the else it is that you’re using. You’re killin’ the rest of us.

Oh well, I’m done for the night. Am beat. Should I remember anything else, I’ll add to the list. Should I remember anything else but be too lazy or busy to post, I’ll not. Haha. Subjectivity’s a great friend to have.

Anyways…

I’m tired. It’s bedtime for me. A long day, it’s been.
I have to admit though, I throughly enjoyed myself.
I shall people-watch again. Oh yes, I will, I will.

Ahhh…

Humanity is such a cruel race to have to face.

*snicker*