William Chong

The three indicators of typical Christian Contemporary Music (CCM):

1. happy joy instrumentation. Lots of uplifting singers, they’re all so happy!
2. suspended chords (sus4, 9th chords, etc). Very good at heightening the excitement of listeners, especially in a packed CLC hall.
3. repeated refrains. Almost like writing lines afterschool-sort of repetition, except you *want* to repeat lines such as “MY REDEEMER LIVES” and “You are Holy” ad nauseam.

So yes! Here’s one I prepared earlier. I enjoyed lilting and singing. If I were a Pentecostal I’d include some blabbering tongues, hehe. Cheryl also provided backup vocals!

 

 Thats Our Jesus [3:58m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

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I like holidays/study breaks.

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That’s Our Jesus – WILLIAM CHONG

He came to save the world
He came to take us by the hand
He came to help us understand
He came to tell us all He was the Son of Man

He told us right from wrong
He told us about His land above
He told us who and how to love
He told us to spread the Word of God all around the world

When you love somebody
till your hands start to bleed, that’s our Jesus
When you take the fall
and then rise up again, that’s our Jesus
Didn’t matter that we despised Him
Didn’t matter that we rejected His love
He did it anyways

You’ll have enemies to face
Be persecuted for your faith
But you don’t have to be worried
Just remember that in our Saviour
We are all reborn again!

I’m quitting my old job, starting a new one. I may move out, I may not. I finished with my last lecture yesterday. And who knows where we go from here. I’m sitting here reflecting on the twists and turns in this time at higher education.

Am I better for it? Who knows. Motivations still the same? I’d say not. But there are so many new things I’m looking forward to. A career. Saving up. New problems, new challenges. I can’t sum up any of the feelings I have this moment on a blog post. I can however say that I am hopeful.

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Above is a picture. It’s the wall of the corner dairy being painted over, graffiti lost. You then wait about a week or so, and the same tags will reappear, emblazoned boldly in black and green across the large brick face.

Manukau City Council spends about $1 million dollars a year “beautifying” and fixing up all the tagging and graffiti that reappears over and over again.

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There are many things that occur in this life that defy any reasonable explanation or excuse.

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Tommy came back from HK and brought back presents. My birthday present (April 29) turned out to be a brand-new Nokia n73, which is fantastic. Cheryl got a Haruhi figurine, which is pretty cool I suppose.

If I quit my job and had 48 hours in a day, I’d be happy mucking around on Garageband.  As it stands the last five weeks of academic rigour (at uni anyways) involves 2 assignments, 1 lab report, studying for 3 exams – then I can focus on my ATCL violin recital. Oh my, recitally goodness.

Last week I took my (first) sick day from work. Saturday turned out to be my only work shift, which was kinda odd.  I wonder what it will feel like if I get a full-time job and have to leave – I’m sure I’ll have a hard time saying goodbye to everyone.

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A section on lifestyle choices and my opinion of that which is merely my own. (controversy alert)

I envy the E lifestyle. It is carefree. It is freedom. It is the inspirational green thumb that can pick songs and make videos and they’re all course-related, they’re all part of the academic workload.  His major is life-m. (In Bahasa Melayu, the word film is translated as “filem”, therefore an appropriate anagram). Assignments are more enjoyable. Friends are creative. Money is not as important as happiness.

I’m annoyed with the M lifestyle. It is self-centered. It is me me me. It is stepping on others to get your way. It is being so proud that a job unglamorous is a job not worth working. It is a Type-Asinine personality. It is on the verge of life and death, too proud to ask for help, too afraid to live unwanted but not willing to change.

I pity the C lifestyle. It is like Cellatape. It sticks to an ideal borne of success stories posted from the depths of Bible-belt America. It is a yearning for a culture foreign to the majority of people around her. She strives to FROG her way into Keith the pastor’s golden son’s arms (or stereotypical equivalent).  It is impossible living in her traditionalist Asian heritage world of burden and expectation. Whoever spoke Cantonese in West Virginia and got married?

I’m tired of the B lifestyle. It is oppressively headstrong. Uncooperative, a sports convertible with a glued-on roof. It is half-baked at times, and there is less loyalty to those who have been there for him since the 1980′s. Who can understand him? Evidently not I. I am the enemy. The tacit disapprover. The Napoleonic-Anti-God. And the lifestyle of low standards of living.

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Oh all these negative opinions. What of my life? It is the same. Unremarkable. Plain. Sorrowful. And barely faithful. It must be the Last Night on Earth.

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