Haha this video is awesome! Epic!

charming older couple…

"My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was supposed to be part of the show, find myself in such a violent reaction against it?… Of course I could have given up my idea of justice by saying it was nothing but a private idea of my own. But if i did that, then my argument against God collapsed too—for the argument depended on saying the world was really unjust, not simply that it did not happen to please my fancies. Thus, in the very act of trying to prove that God did not exist - in other words, that the whole of reality was senseless - I found I was forced to assume that one part of reality - namely my idea of justice - was full of sense. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never have known it was dark. Dark would be without meaning."

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In his fifties, Michael Gates Gill had it all: a big house in the suburbs, a loving family, and a top job at an ad agency with a six-figure salary. By the time he turned sixty, he had lost everything except his Ivy League education and his sense of entitlement. First, he was downsized at work. Next, an affair ended his twenty-year marriage. Then, he was diagnosed with a slow-growing brain tumor, prognosis undetermined. Around the same time, his girlfriend gave birth to a son. Gill had no money, no health insurance, and no prospects.

One day as Gill sat in a Manhattan Starbucks with his last affordable luxurya lattébrooding about his misfortune and quickly dwindling list of options, a 28-year-old Starbucks manager named Crystal Thompson approached him, half joking, to offer him a job. With nothing to lose, he took it, and went from drinking coffee in a Brooks Brothers suit to serving it in a green uniform. For the first time in his life, Gill was a minority—the only older white guy working with a team of young African-Americans. He was forced to acknowledge his ingrained prejudices and admit to himself that, far from being beneath him, his new job was hard. And his younger coworkers, despite having half the education and twice the personal difficulties hed ever faced, were running circles around him.

The other baristas treated Gill with respect and kindness despite his differences, and he began to feel a new emotion: gratitude. Crossing over the Starbucks bar was the beginning of a dramatic transformation that cracked his world wide open. When all of his defenses and the armor of entitlement had been stripped away, a humbler, happier and gentler man remained. One that everyone, especially Michaels kids, liked a lot better.

The backdrop to Gill’s story is a nearly universal cultural phenomenon: the Starbucks experience. In How Starbucks Saved My Life, we step behind the counter of one of the world’s best-known companies and discover how it all really works, who the baristas are and what they love (and hate) about their jobs. Inside Starbucks, as Crystal and Mikes friendship grows, we see what wonders can happen when we reach out across race, class, and age divisions to help a fellow human being.
Still thinking about this book which I finished earlier today, totally enjoyed reading it. Next up, “Letters to Sam”! (:

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Hahaha! :D

wetplaygrounds:

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1, 2, 3

Peter, Paul & Mary

Gettin’ down with 3P

Everybody loves sex

Count em

I can’t imagine someone can write such rubbish lyrics.

despisednot:

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There are netizens that criticize Sun’s dressing as ‘scantily clad’.

They also criticize how lousy City Harvest Church is, namely in (Hardware Zone forums, SGClub.. you name it). They post ridiculous comments on how Pastor Kong Hee cheats and ‘consumes’ money from the Church.

It is how amazing that the same netizens that posts such things in forums are having “Sexy bikini girls revealed” or similar posts in their Recently Viewed Posts column on their profile.

They hide behind the power of anonymity of the Internet / forums to post such things, but yet they don’t have balls (I can’t find a better word, and mind you.. they are mostly men.) to find out things for themselves or simply to go and check out the financial reports of City Harvest Church and from the auditing company. The most that they know? To spark feelings, raise the tension, sit in front of their computers and type nonsense posts that degrade, destroy, hurt people.

Let us talk about the real losers.

To everyone: I found out that I’ve made a huge mistake, so much so that I’ve not only hurt the people around me but may have also stumbled some from my ugly tweets.

I deeply apologize for being ignorant and selfish in my ways by removing many followers from my Twitter account and posting ugly blog entries against the Church and her leadership.

I am so sorry.

Love,

Duncan

[UPDATE: All posts/tweets containing all the nonsense are deleted.]

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