tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49924704751071368132024-03-05T17:11:45.543+08:00just something to keep my thoughts structured.I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-33627171840527730232011-04-27T12:33:00.000+08:002011-04-27T12:35:16.655+08:00DYING TO SELFWhen you are forgotten, or neglected, or purposely set at naught, and you don't sting and hurt with the insult or the oversight, but your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ.<br /><br />THAT IS DYING TO SELF<br /><br />When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart, or even defend yourself, but take in all in patient, loving silence.<br /><br />THAT IS DYING TO SELF<br /><br />When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, any impunctuality, or any annoyance; when you stand face-to- face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility-and endure it as Jesus endured.<br /><br />THAT IS DYING TO SELF<br /><br />When you are content with any food, any offering, any climate, any society, any raiment, any interruption by the will of God.<br /><br />THAT IS DYING TO SELF<br /><br />When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation, or to record your own good works, or itch after commendations, when you can truly love to be unknown.<br /><br />THAT IS DYING TO SELF<br /><br />When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met and can honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy, nor question God, while your own needs are far greater and in desperate circumstances.<br /><br />THAT IS DYING TO SELF<br /><br />When you can receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart.<br /><br /><p>THAT IS DYING TO SELF.<br /></p><p>If God has called you to be really like Jesus, He will draw you into a life of crucifixion and humility, and put upon you such demands of obedience, that you will not be able to follow other people, or measure yourself by other Christians, and in many ways He will seem to let other people do things which He will not let you do.<br /><br />Other Christians and ministers who seem very religious and useful, may push themselves, pull wires, and work schemes to carry out their plans, but you cannot do it, and if you attempt it, you will meet with such failure and rebuke from the Lord as to make you sorely penitent.<br /><br />Others may boast of themselves, of their work, of their successes, of their writings, but the Holy Spirit will not allow you to do any such thing, and if you begin it, He will lead you into some deep mortification that will make you despise yourself and all your good works.<br /><br />Others may be allowed to succeed in making money, or may have a legacy left to them, but it is likely God will keep you poor, because He wants you to have something far better than gold, namely, a helpless dependence upon Him, that He may have the privilege of supplying your needs day by day out of an unseen treasury.<br /><br />The lord may let others be honored and put forward, and keep you hidden in obscurity, because He wants to produce some choice, fragrant fruit for His coming glory, which can only be produced in the shade. He may let others be great, but keep you small. He may let others do a work for Him and get the credit for it, but He will make you work and toil on without knowing how much you are doing; and then to make your work still more precious, He may let others get credit for the work which you have done, and thus make your reward ten times greater when Jesus comes.<br /><br />The Holy Spirit will put a strict watch over you, with a jealous love, and will rebuke you for little words and feelings or for wasting your time, which other Christians never feel distressed over. So make up your mind that God is an infinite Sovereign and has a right to do as He pleases with His own. He may not explain to you a thousand things which puzzle your reason in His dealings with you, but if you absolutely sell yourself to be his love slave, He will wrap you up in a jealous love, and bestow upon you many blessings which come only to those who are in the inner circle.<br /><br />Settle it forever, then, that you are to deal directly with the Holy Spirit, and that He must have the right to tie your tongue, or chain your hand, or close your eyes, in ways that He does not seem to use with others. Now, when you are so possessed with the living God that you are, in your secret heart, pleased and delighted over this peculiar, personal, private, jealous guardianship and management of the Holy Spirit over your life, you will have found the vestibule of Heaven.<br /></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-80667364165483343132010-12-16T03:59:00.003+08:002010-12-16T04:13:04.691+08:00she's getting here as fast as she can.<p>I've just been thinking for a while, why is it so hard for me to get a girlfriend, when around me so many guys are all being snapped up? do I have too high standards? too fat? too stupid? not romantic enough? too desperate? too ugly?</p><p>It could be all that and more.</p><p>or maybe, just maybe, God is paving the way for me to be the man I have to Be for my perfect woman. cos when I meet her, it will be just normal. just like meeting anyone else. but as we get to know each other, as we get to where we have to be where love blossoms, as we become the person we need to become for it to work, God will be working in our lives. in her life. in my life. and when god decides that we're finally right for each other, he will let love blossom in our lives.</p><p>sometimes I tire of waiting for God. but i know deep down that just anyone won't work. He's got that special someone waiting for me. and though the world may say"he/she's the one" I believe that the truth behind it is that God knows who the one is for you and me. and when god allows it to happen, it will be amazing.</p><p>many times, I've rushed ahead. decided to love someone who wouldn't, couldn't reciprocate. and each time I got burned. and yet i didn't learn. and I tried my hardest to make it work. and it always failed. </p><p>I do have someone I care deeply about now. but with this friendship, I will not rush ahead. I cannot. I must allow God to work, make room for him in my life. to show me, to take me where he wants to lead me. Because his plan for my life is more exciting, more awesome, more extravagant than anything i could ever imagine. and I want that.</p><p>Sometimes, I get tired of waiting for her to get here. but then i remember, She's getting here as fast as she can.</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-71797143353703055852010-12-13T23:55:00.001+08:002010-12-13T23:57:07.362+08:00God's reply"He who finds his life will lose it, and<br />he who loses his life for My sake will find it."<br /><p>MATTHEW 10:39<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>a few days back, i posted about something. god replied in an email to me:</p><p>Each time you lose a part of your life, you will find Christ's Life is right there to fill the void. Every single time. This is a spiritual truth, and there are no exceptions to the rule. Think of what it means. The more I give to Him, the more He gives to me. I trade in my life in exchange for His Life.<br /><br />Which would you rather have? Do you want your life, your failures, your mistakes, your frustrations, your sins? Or would you rather give that up in exchange for His Life? You can have either one you want, but you cannot have both.<br /></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-27898028262378577382010-12-12T03:22:00.003+08:002010-12-12T03:57:35.488+08:00Leaving, never to come back again?<p>they were my replacement family. i was the cool older brother, who sometimes got them into trouble, but was always there when they needed help, or needed a ride.</p><p>for 7 years i grew with them, until i left, and was then kind of an outsider. but they always welcomed me back like i never left. until they didn't. </p><p>my family wasn't really all that close, but we accepted each other, for all the flaws, mistakes and such, and grew together. until we didn't. and they didn't want me around anymore.</p><p>and then this week came another "we don't want you around anymore".</p><p>just like my first family, they decided they have had enough of me. and just like an old toy, they discarded me like so much trash.</p><p>I guess I should be used to it by now.</p><p>I guess I should just let it all go.</p><p>when someone doesn't want you around and you're still there, it just gets weird.</p><p>I grew to love this second family of mine.</p><p>but they said "go away, and stay away".</p><p>and deep down, I know they'll always be a part of me. right down to the very core, they would be the ones who taught me how to hold on to God in every circumstance, to look to God for guidance, to pray and never give up.</p><p>but nothing is forever. and they moved on without me. and i'm left behind with nothing but echoes and misty memories of days past.</p><p>I look to the future with hope, to the past with regret, and to the present with remorse.</p><p>now i see them having fun doing things, and i search the photos to see where i am in those events, but then i remember, i wasn't there. because no one invited me. and when i found out about it myself, they told me not to come.</p><p>i'm better off just staying away, because seeing them, it just breaks my heart.</p><p>God, i need you now.</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-7716016443433164142010-08-17T11:06:00.000+08:002010-08-17T11:07:21.886+08:00its so hard.<p>this song pretty much sums it all up.</p><p><br /></p><p>When you're dreaming with a broken heart<br /></p>Then waking up is the hardest part<br />You roll outta bed and down on your knees<br />And for a moment you can hardly breathe<br />Wondering was she really here?<br />Is she standing in my room?<br />No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....<br /><br />When you're dreaming with a broken heart<br />The giving up is the hardest part<br /><strong>She takes you in with her crying eyes<br />Then all at once you have to say goodbye</strong><br />Wondering could you stay my love?<br />Will you wake up by my side?<br />No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....<br /><br />Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands<br />Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?<br />Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?<br />Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?<br /><br />Would you get them if i did?<br />No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....<br /><br />When you're dreaming with a broken heart<br />The waking up is the hardest partI am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-20838022092639436342009-10-19T01:15:00.001+08:002009-10-19T01:19:13.377+08:00building<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3980706691_435f703019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3980706691_435f703019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/3980706705_95501e96a4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/3980706705_95501e96a4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/3980706645_16f9996375.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3469/3980706645_16f9996375.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3980706589_8aa32427ce.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3980706589_8aa32427ce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p>am building my #7, not a strat this time, its PRS Santana body style, but a CE22 type neck, bolt on.<br />one difference is i'm using 5 bolts instead of 4 to secure the neck, and also am gonna glue it in(set neck). should technically do wonders for the sustain, will update you guys later when its done.<br />Body is using Nyatuh/Nato wood, flamed aa grade.<br />Neck is a 5 piece flame nato/walnut/flame maple/walnut/flame nato 5 piece, with joint at headstock.cos if it breaks from a drop can easily just glue it back.<br />Feel of the neck is raw, ibanez prestige wizard styled thickness..<br />Fretboard is Macassar Ebony.<br />the body has just come back from spraying, havent had time to sand it down and apply buffing yet. just wanted to try out my 5 bolt system and fit the neck.<br />also put in a set of dunlop straploks which you cant see cos i countersunk them. which means it'll have to be used with straploks alone. <br />(this feature was inspired by warrior guitars...)<br />List of things to be added:<br />1.Planet Waves Auto-Trim Machine Heads<br />2. Ebony or rosewood trussrod cover<br />3. Dimarzio Humbucker from Hell at neck, Dimarzio Paf Pro at bridge<br />4. Dimarzio 500k Pots, 3 way selector.<br />5. Wilkinson 2 point strat styled Bridge<br />6. Dunlop 6110 fretwire<br />7. Bone Nut<br />8. Roller Saddles<br />9. Danish Oil+Beeswax finish to the neck.<br /><br /></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-14563031233049833152009-09-17T01:12:00.003+08:002009-09-17T01:14:56.904+08:00how to forget it all<p>i build guitars. and teach music.</p><p>its a passion. and a calling. and damn fun!</p><p></p><p>building a set neck guitar, #7 Joshua Custom. Neck's like a ibanez Prestige, but with prs style headstock. my favourite. ebony fretboard.</p><p>#8 is gonna be a strat, # 9 is gonna be a EBMM Styled one ebony fb and maple neck, # 10 gonna decide later....</p><p>tomorrow pictures. </p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-48568649888102410762009-07-06T04:56:00.001+08:002009-07-06T05:23:29.641+08:00some random story.<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8ycyStKjP7ZT_MtbDcklnvFp0M1EfQWVF1Isu57EeZSvYdH4Yg4ZObwQSKmF-iAaCo9kN6tjLEm52kvsh_JfiITCeG2LnB_g8PwNfvG7hLDppVRTABcqYzPHHNGVHKjC8abJOpyok6li/s400/pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8ycyStKjP7ZT_MtbDcklnvFp0M1EfQWVF1Isu57EeZSvYdH4Yg4ZObwQSKmF-iAaCo9kN6tjLEm52kvsh_JfiITCeG2LnB_g8PwNfvG7hLDppVRTABcqYzPHHNGVHKjC8abJOpyok6li/s400/pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></p><p>What is happening in the picture?<br />Why did it happen?<br />If you were in that room, looking at the scene, and given one hour, what would you do, and why?<br /><br /></p><p>the picture depicts a teenage girl lying inert in a living-room.<br /><br />she is lying thus because her soul has been sucked up by the television in her living-room. this is part of an insidious alien invasion. we have not been aware of it, but while we were sleeping last night, aliens switched every tv in our homes with these evil soul-sucking devices. DON'T TURN ON YOUR TV WHEN YOU GO HOME TODAY! not unless you want to suffer the same fate as this poor girl, with your soul trapped in the TV and your house wide open for the aliens to take over.<br /><br />if i were there, i would get the *toot* out of that room before the TV sucked my soul out too. then i'd turn off the mains, thus deactivating the soul-sucking TV. then i'd get some tools and dismantle the TV, thus hopefully releasing the girl's soul and bringing her back to life. then we'd go on to help others and in the end we'd save the world from the alien invasion.<br /><br />this might need slightly more than an hour, lol.=D<br /><br />The End</p><p></p><p>thats what sieh jin ( http://siehjin.blogspot.com/ )wrote.</p><p>now heres my story.(for you dumbasses please note that this is a work of fiction)</p><p>Two days ago, i came home to this sight. A total stranger lying on the floor of a home completely alien to me, at the exact location of where my house used to be.</p><p>the only thing i recognized about the interior was the colour yellow, in that i was familiar with the colour, not that my house was coloured yellow in any way. It made the place look wider and warmer.</p><p></p><p>i dont like warm.</p><p></p><p>I just ignored the person and went up to where my room should have been. and found that everything had changed, with my music studio transformed into a painting studio, and my bedroom transformed into an ikea advertisement.</p><p>somehow, i was drawn to the bed. next thing i knew, i woke up today. 2 hours ago i came downstairs to see that the scene in the living room hadn't changed a bit. there was still a body, lying 3 feet feet-first from the 21" CRT television which was built into the cupboard. there was an xbox (i never owned an xbox) on the shelf below it, along with what appeared to be a dvd player. to the left there was an immaculate armchair, in a pale cream colour, which appeared yellow due to the sun's unceasing glare.</p><p>there was a, old stained mahogany desk and chair set facing the glass sliding doors, on which the organized clutter overflowed tidily. A moderate mantelesque waist-shelf displayed pictures of a loving family, reinforcing that the pictures did not belong to me.</p><p>some books and a pair of tarnished silver candelsticks held no attraction for me, the pine wood floors just adding to the general warmth of the ambience. A straw woven mat, probably handmade by child laborers in pakistan lay snugly on the floor below her.</p><p>a recumbent bike stood in a side of the middle of the length, reminding the observants that laziness can also extend to exercise. a cushioned wooden armchair, with its back to the sliding door, allowed for an evening of comfortable reading, with the position catching the last of the suns rays on the back of the sitter.</p><p>i smiled.</p><p>she was sleeping just the way i used to in form six all those years ago, with my head rested on my right bicep. curled into a fetal position like i do when cold or scared from a nightmare.</p><p>she hadn't put away her brother's little wooden cart, which he loves to drag behind, trailing him full of little playthings which he pretended were heavy and that he was a strongman like in the city we saw one day with him on my shoulders.</p><p></p><p>oh, how i loved her at that very moment. <br /><br /></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-80969475224231685122009-06-07T14:26:00.002+08:002009-06-07T14:29:35.037+08:00i'm so damn tired<p>just had a gig yesterday night.</p><p>damn tired, played drums, had to carry everything back into the studio...</p><p>with i had less fat and more muscle, but brownies are so damn nice.</p><p>been in pain for 4 days.</p><p>man i'm so sick of emotions, wish i could just be a damn terminator...</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-10377823861770037982009-05-21T01:32:00.000+08:002009-05-21T01:33:47.096+08:00encouragement<p>“May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”- Romans 15:5-6</p><p></p><p></p><p>was just encouraged by this... seems apt, for the time</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-46134143227061976402009-05-20T04:29:00.001+08:002009-05-20T04:29:45.303+08:00I Like reading James.“But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness.”- James 3:17-18I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-80518120897407868852009-05-20T01:57:00.002+08:002009-05-20T01:59:38.672+08:00Global day of prayer.<p>I'm going to sitiawan and then parit buntar in conjunction with the global day of prayer, representing mnpn, malaysia national prayer network as part of pastor ann's team, along with johnathan, and adelynn, please pray for me.</p><p></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-51895742531512571762009-04-28T22:18:00.001+08:002009-04-28T22:20:02.380+08:00dissenting voices raise.<p>“Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death— even death on a cross!”- Philippians 2:5-8</p><p></p><p>been unproductive lately, only worried about money and not studies... even though maths is next week monday</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-11444066554648753492009-04-23T23:46:00.000+08:002009-04-23T23:53:45.599+08:00darn sad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3467889465_0629c46033.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3467889465_0629c46033.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3467889901_0df5b7da5f.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/3467889901_0df5b7da5f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3631/3468702596_853ebc010b.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3631/3468702596_853ebc010b.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/3468702402_52a474f4c5.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/3468702402_52a474f4c5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></p><p>someone comfort me...</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-34751255598529324932009-04-23T13:08:00.002+08:002009-04-23T13:19:55.845+08:00shameless plug<p>i just watched "He's just not that into you" yesterday and it was GOOD.</p><p>hilarious, lighthearted take in dating, relationships etc.</p><p>somewhat skewed by the lowered moral standards of the world, nevertheless it is entertaining and informative in equal parts.</p><p>however , guys, if you plan to watch this and hopefully get some insight into the female mind, dont. It wont help.</p><p></p><p>heres a quote from warner bros:</p><p>Based on the wildly popular bestseller from Sex and the City scribes Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo, He's Just Not That Into You tells the stories of a group of interconnected, Baltimore-based twenty- and thirtysomethings as they navigate their various relationships from the shallow end of the dating pool through the deep, murky waters of married life, trying to read the signs of the opposite sex... and hoping to be the exceptions to the "no-exceptions" rule. <br /><br />Gigi just wants a man who says he'll call--and does--while Alex advises her to stop sitting by the phone. Beth wonders if she should call it off after years of committed singlehood with her boyfriend, Neil, but he doesn't think there's a single thing wrong with their unmarried life. Janine's not sure if she can trust her husband, Ben, who can't quite trust himself around Anna. Anna can't decide between the sexy married guy, or her straightforward, no-sparks standby, Conor, who can't get over the fact that he can't have her. And Mary, who's found an entire network of loving, supportive men, just needs to find one who's straight. <br /><br />If you've ever sat by the phone wondering why he said he would call, but didn't, or if you can't figure out why she doesn't want to sleep with you anymore, or why your relationship just isn't going to the next level... he (or she) is just not that into you. <br /><br />The film boasts an all-star cast, including Academy Award® winner Ben Affleck (Good Will Hunting, Hollywoodland) as Neil; Jennifer Aniston (Marley & Me) as Beth; Drew Barrymore (Music and Lyrics) as Mary; Academy Award® winner Jennifer Connelly (A Beautiful Mind, The Day the Earth Stood Still) as Janine; Kevin Connolly (HBO's Entourage) as Conor; Bradley Cooper (Yes Man) as Ben; Ginnifer Goodwin (Walk the Line, HBO's Big Love) as Gigi; Scarlett Johansson (Vicky Cristina Barcelona) as Anna; Kris Kristofferson (Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story) as Ken; and Justin Long (Live Free or Die Hard) as Alex. <br /><br />A New Line Cinema Presentation, a Flower Films Production, He's Just Not That Into You is directed by Ken Kwapis (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, NBC's The Office) from a screenplay by Abby Kohn & Marc Silverstein (Never Been Kissed), based on the book by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. Nancy Juvonen produced the film, with Drew Barrymore, Toby Emmerich, Michele Weiss and Michael Beugg serving as executive producers and Michael Disco and Gwenn Stroman co-producing. <br /><br />The behind-the-scenes creative team is led by director of photography John Bailey (Must Love Dogs), production designer Gae Buckley (The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2), editor Cara Silverman (Keith), costume designer Shay Cunliffe (The Bourne Ultimatum), composer Cliff Eidelman (The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants), and Grammy Award-winning music supervisor Danny Bramson (Mission: Impossible III, Almost Famous). <br /><br />He's Just Not That Into You will be distributed domestically by Warner Bros. Pictures, a Warner Bros. Entertainment Company. --© Warner Bros<br /><br /></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-53531327847414084402009-04-20T01:35:00.001+08:002009-04-20T01:37:44.127+08:00Happy Birthday Jinni!<p>this is dedicated to Jinni Lim, 23 on the 18th of april 2009! (so that i dont forget)</p><p>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</p><p>yay.</p><p>today i managed to wake up for church, was only 10 minutes late!.</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-42158101029275419262009-04-18T01:51:00.001+08:002009-04-18T01:54:42.862+08:00lousy daytoday damn boring, whole day sleep, wake up go for class, realize no more class, come home, sleep some more, wake up go for work come home sleep.I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-38811038581611384002009-04-17T01:26:00.000+08:002009-04-17T01:37:35.195+08:0020's CG 16th april 09<p>had a ridiculous day today, doing one maths assignment until wanna die.....</p><p>and gonna pass up at 6.30 tomorrow morning....</p><p>plus played some left for dead... man i suck nowadays, can get pawned by part 3... on advanced, cant even get past part 2 on expert...</p><p>so i can either play more...or screw it. hahhaha</p><p>and at night went for dinner at fu kua restaurant... damn nice place, must go there again.</p><p>ate bittergourd with egg and prawn(i didnt want to eat but melissa and mark seduced me to eat it)</p><p>man that sounds so wrong...</p><p>and ate marmite chicken with chilli padi, pork trotters with sweet black pepper sauce, stir fried lettuce, and tofu with long melon which we ended up calling hairy butt melon...</p><p>and went for cell group, rachel choong and i led worship, then had guest speaker called...</p><p>....</p><p>....</p><p>....</p><p>BIBLE STUDY!!!</p><p>aiyah lisa u soooo lame....</p><p>anyway it was about how the woman subject to bleeding for 12 years touched jesus' cloak and was healed. and then later we had a time of anointing and prayer, and uncle william asked who got special needs, so i went to be prayed for. Suddenly he ask me to share qwhat the need was....</p><p>i damn paisehman! but still shared... about how i have been struggling with porn, and how fugged up my relationship with my family and my mother is, and how i cannot pass maths...</p><p>so then they all prayed, and rachael wong closed in prayer. and then we all went to al fariz maju for mamak.</p><p>and lordson is having exams tomorrow. God Bless you, Dude! </p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-74608720261484801702009-04-15T01:29:00.000+08:002009-04-15T01:32:41.701+08:00joys of doing a job well<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3442354014_e7a4e248e6.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3393/3442354014_e7a4e248e6.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3441541597_b4262e1910.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3648/3441541597_b4262e1910.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></p><p>Hoo boy! installed an acoustic guitar Pickup today! drill hole lah, cut hole lah, stick stuff into hole lah, .... damn obscene sounding.</p><p>and then plug in time... SHIOKKKKKK!</p><p>sounds damn good man....</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-28156722033750098862009-04-14T01:28:00.000+08:002009-04-14T01:40:01.893+08:00exhaustion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3437292779_05edff7694.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3437292779_05edff7694.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p><p>another long day, finally finished the cabinets for taman sea cf, made my own bass cab,</p><p>went pasar malam, jammed with sam, came home and played the prestige a bit... damn tired.</p><p></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3437294049_67c4858361.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3437294049_67c4858361.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-49776397842105795172009-04-12T23:46:00.000+08:002009-04-12T23:57:45.602+08:00the long week<p>darn, since wednesday never blog, too damn busy...</p><p>heres the breakdown:</p><p>thursday: did some work on guitars, went harmony, got a free tuner cos mr tan thought its spoilt, i tool home and soldered 1 wire and fixed it but mr tan say i can keep it! </p><p>friday: went harmony again to get some parts for James' guitar, got a repair job,helped mr tan sell a keyboard and pedal and some strings and fast fret, went over to Musicmaster and bummed, fixed up the guitar</p><p>sat: finished up the guitar, collected pay for the job, thought of song for night's performance, in the end went with who am i by casting crowns, suggested by rachaelW, great suggestion. had the song nothing but the blood of jesus, hillsong, stuck in my head, the cg party when they asked for an encore sang that. met some pretty girls.. most memorable was yenyen, the rest kind of a blur...</p><p>sun: woke up late for church, missed church service but came in time for makan, then grabbed yewleung to do soldering for cf speakers and my subwoofer, hopefully stable and doesnt spoil. went bak kut teh with him, then taught him guitar. then we went to williams and ate some more, drank some lemon and sprite. gonna go sleep soon..</p><p></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-47385017955771170132009-04-09T00:51:00.000+08:002009-04-09T01:32:16.361+08:00<p>had a LONG maths class today, suddenly the awesome lecturer, mr chua kuan chin gave us another week to pass up our assignments! i just started this morning, so was like at the second question....so damn happy!</p><p>and then later went for cheow sang bak kut teh with Jinni, and RachW, and suddenly Hugh and Rach2 and Sean stalked us in another car ahahha... so i just sat there like stone, didnt say much.</p><p>and hung out with Nasser, jammed a bit, and showed him some pedals...</p><p>and came home, and sold JamesY the Art and Lutherie! Enjoy it, dude!</p><p>now prepping for exam on friday...</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-10488901455792275772009-04-08T03:54:00.000+08:002009-04-08T03:55:28.968+08:00<p>Just watched Fast and Furious with Sam cos Jinni took a raincheck, meeting her tomorrow though for dinner.</p><p>fast and furious is good.</p><p>tired like duck</p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-9788085970600013542009-04-07T03:25:00.000+08:002009-04-07T03:29:21.174+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3380/3418168367_fbed85ebcb.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3380/3418168367_fbed85ebcb.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3418975218_236d76745f.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3418975218_236d76745f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3418169167_8835448338.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3623/3418169167_8835448338.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3418979532_668801e5c2.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3418979532_668801e5c2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3418170659_b71bac0c30.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3418170659_b71bac0c30.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><p>well i completed my second guitar!</p><p>Pictures are here:</p><p></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4992470475107136813.post-35775298544911734962009-04-06T02:43:00.000+08:002009-04-06T02:47:48.699+08:00# 1: the creation<p>new blog new blog!</p><p>cos xanga's so damn slow.....</p><p>lets try blogspotlah....</p><p>also cos ppl kepoh me into getting another blog.</p><p>for memory: must remember to wake up for church!</p><p>play basketball more.</p><p>make better guitars</p><p>cook more</p><p>and spend less.</p><p>question to myself: should i continue and go for the canticle singers ? cos i got in already. dang.</p><p></p>I am Legendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746922614156097970noreply@blogger.com0