some personal info...

-I am Benjamin
-born 2 Sep 1990
-Music & guitarring is my religion
-Jesus is my life
-Hinghwa Methodist Church, Joshua Generation!
-i_dun_have_email@hotmail.com (this is not a joke)

stuff i use & abuse...

Guitars:
-Fender 60th Anniversary Stratocaster
-Fender 70s Stratocaster Reissue
-Ibanez RG1820X Prestige
-Ibanez Jem7V WH

Amps & Fx:
-Line6 PodX3 Live
-Line6 Podxt Live
-VOX Pathfinder
-Roland Jazz Chorus

Others:
-My heart, my soul, my ears, my fingers etc...

sometimes i myself don't know...

-custom made guitar!
-stuff that i like!!
-i don't really know what i want at the moment
and the most most impt...
-to be in a trio playing 1980s rock and metal!!! (plus one keys who shreds will be perfect!)

Thursday, March 19, 2009 A story of an empty cage.

One sunday morning a church paster came to the church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, The pastor begin to speak...'I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, 'What do you have there, son?' 'Just some old birds,' came the reply.

'What are you gonna do with them?' I asked.

'Take them home and have fun with them,' he answered 'I'm gonna tease them, pull out their feathers and make them fight. I'm gonna have a real good time'

'But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?' I asked.

'Oh, I got some cats,' said the little boy. 'They like birds. I'll take the birds to them.'

The pastor was silent for a moment. 'How much do you want for those birds, son?'

'Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!' replied the boy.

'How much?' the pastor asked again.

The boy looked at the pastor as if he were crazy and said, '$10?'

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.

The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. 'Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!'

'What are you going to do with them?' Jesus asked.

Satan replied, 'Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to fight and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!'

'And what will you do when you are done with them?' Jesus asked.

'Oh, I got lots of space in hell, I'll take these people there,' Satan glared proudly.

'How much do you want for them?' Jesus asked.

'Oh, you don't want those people. They are worse than useless! Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!'

'How much do you want for them?!' He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, 'All your blood, tears... and your LIFE!!!'

...and Jesus paid the price.