A poem without a name.

In sin I lay without a doubt,
Awaiting Your soothing touch of redemption,
Like a journeyman who has lost his route,
Awaiting Your hand to guide his every action.

Oh wretched being that I am,
Why does a God so noble care?
Have I truly the worth of the world that You say I am?
That a world so large cannot compare with a soul so rare.

Could I accept Thy love?
Or perhaps the human mind cannot comprehend,
Why You descended from heaven like a dove,
To bear upon Yourself the fate of humanity which had ended.

Has my fate being sealed?
For in sin I lay barren and torn,
Yet You sought me for the fate I have sealed,
And promised me a hope reborn.

Woe to me that I see not Your grace,
That upon this I hang my head in shame,
For I comprehend not this love,
And for all its simplicity I failed to see.

Women feel they are sexiest at 34

Haha, this is a riot. It takes 34 years of life for a woman to find out their sexy. Sometimes surveys like this bother me alot. I truly wonder what's going on? Why is it that women can feel sexy at the age of 21 or 24 or for that matter 65? Does there have to be a limit? Or is it just strange that there's a pinnacle where sexiness is concerned and it sloops off after then?

In my personal opinion, surveys like this generalize on how women feel and set the standard for some that by 34 years old, you have better had experience in the bedroom for you to be sexy. Such connotations are degrading and set stupid standards for people. (FYI, this survey was done by Astral [some moisturiser brand]). This is something women have to learn. You can feel sexy at age 34, you can also feel so at 65!!! Don't let some survey dictate your life. If your beau can't make you feel appreciated and beautiful, you might need to find someone else.

Taken from : http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/HealthSci/Women_feel_they_are_sexiest_at_34/rssarticleshow/3810703.cms

Mahathir on AlJazeera.

Mahathir is such a joker. Haha

Machiavellian

What does it mean to be Machiavellian?

Some synonyms with this word are two faced, cunning, or placing pragmatism over morality. A facade that shades over our eyes; that you're not the person that you were just 5 minutes ago. How does one switch between such extremes? Is it possible that one moment you're deceitful and cunning and next you're the person who dwells in the midst of righteousness?

Are we trading ourselves for masks? Masks of deception and masks of perfection? Is the righteousness that you now bear still righteousness if its hidden under a mask of pain and insecurity? What are the foundations that are formed upon if they are not real? Written in Isaiah 64:6 is this:

But we are all like an unclean [thing], And all our righteousnesses [are] like
filthy rags; We all fade as a leaf, And our iniquities, like the wind, Have
taken us away.

Are you then a great person + God = Perfect person?

OR

Are you then a nobody + God = Perfect person?