Luke 4:23 is where this phrase is from. It asks whoever (in this case Jesus himself) trying to help others to first rid of defect within oneself. In other word, a paradigm where an imperfect body cannot possibly help those who are also imperfect. And of course, I beg to differ.

It has been some time since the scandal of my church broke out. And it perfectly illustrates how we can never have nice things in this world. There are only two possible outcomes. One, my dear pastor is declared guilty of misappropriating funds. At this point of time, we can say that power corrupts and therefore, our innocence is just that little bit more broken. Two, he is declared guilt free which in a way, is a scarier result. It means that when we do have something nice, we then need to use twice the effort to defend people from holding grudges about our success. It means that we need to defend against everyone who tries to pick fault within us. Worse, such opposition may come from inside. All it takes is just a simple thought: there must be something wrong because he is more successful than I. No nice things!

Arguably, this ordeal may not be a bad thing for my church. Through these years, many started to view going to my church as something hip. It is of course good to save people through a change in view. And many became fervent Christians during this journey. Many didn't make this transformation. As we turn unpopular, they are usually the ones who leave. Difficulty shed away the unnecessary and strengthens the core.

During this event, many has also begin to question the ability of positive influence when the leadership itself comes into question. "Physician, cure thyself" they said. Yet who dares to proclaim perfect? Nobody. Does that mean nobody is illegible to help others? Isn't someone who has experienced imperfection and overcame it the perfect candidate for guiding others' through it as well? The best guide is one who has been through the route he is walking on after all.

Just some thought about this whole church issue.

And of course, Dr. Who!

And some photographs, stocked up during the semester. First, a fantastic performance by 雷阳!


For something that's not a stool, these are pretty... stool!


This feeling sucks. So much stress but no time to complain. It is just so comforting that my girlfriend is with me through all these thick and thin.

Anyway, photos about some happy stuff that happened. Click to enlarge.


A sudden thought. We are an extremely disgusting race. Those who are perfectly find device a standard of being "fine". Then they go around to all those who do not meet that standard and give encouragements. Give them that little bit of boost needed so they can persist in their lacking, for the entertainment of those who meet that standard. So that when those "higher" beings feel down, they can remind themselves that they are so much superior.

Isn't it cruel? When I person has lost all hope in life, when he believes that there is nothing more other than the end of the road waiting for him down at this long winding tunnel, someone comes along and comfort him. Knowing perfectly well that after this session of soothing, he'll be right back where he was. He might not be as hopeless as before but, suffering all the same. Won't it be a kindness to leave him be, to leave nature to its course. I wonder.

Why this, you may ask? Because I've seen so much pointless community outreaches. A one off, make them feel good event that do nothing but remind those who are doing it: HEY, I AM NOT IN THAT TIGHT A SPOT. To say it is a community outreach, I would rather call it a ourselves outreach. To reach out to ourselves. To feel good. Giving is merely a method.

Disgusting.

Recess week, a quarter of school is now over. It seemed so far when I lusted for it and now, it hit me like a brick wall travelling at 200km/h. Lots of work to catch up, both in and out of school. First thing first, some crazy pano. The picture itself comes at 6898x13039, arguably not the largest pano I've done. However, this time, it is done through a 100mm macro which means this is more or less one of the most number of shots I've ever combined: 20.

I think I should try something more exciting next time... Hm...

Here it is. Of course, this is a miniaturized version. Or else it'll take forever to load this 42.4MB photo through your abysmal bandwidth. Ha!


I am... A little depressed. Missing my girlfriend is only one of the many causes. While I try to hold on, things seem to be slowly but certainly spinning out of my hand. I am not terribly good at drawing and it is constantly bugging me. I am not in a position where I wish to be and that crushes my heart. I need to be better than what I am now, for her if not for me.

And suddenly, she told me. She doesn't need anything other than I and my heart.

With every prayer comes an answer, every outcry an embrace. And with that anchoring my heart. Go on.