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30 December 2008
They must find it difficult.
Those who have taken the authority as the truth, rather than the truth as the authority.

- Gerald Massey

Religion can never reform mankind because religion is slavery.
- Robert Green Ingersoll
28 December 2008
Proof that Jesus exists:
He got me fucked today.

So from now on I will go to church because my parents say so and I have to respect their decision. One hour a week to make my parents happy. Although I doubt that they will be happy that I am going, I think they are just unhappy if I do not go.

So to correct that statement, one hour a week to avoid unhappiness. How disgusting, but that is reality.

If I do not go to Church, I will be like embracing hell. Hell from my parents, I mean. I really cannot understand why they want me to go to Church so much. As if that one hour will help? They do not even ask me to pray every night or stuff like that like my grandmother does. I hate to disappoint every one but I do not believe in Christ.

Why are you acting as if this is the end of the world? Ben says the reason is that you have been brought up in strong Catholic families and that a duty of a Catholic parent is to raise their children to be good Catholics, so you feel that you have failed in this aspect. That is why you become so agitated.

I will tell you why my faith died. Because over the years, I have become less emotional. I depend less on emotions and rely now on my rationalism and logic. I need proof to believe in some thing. I hope you will not keep asking.

I do not have blind faith, maybe because God did not give me that gift.

I wonder where Jesus is in all this.
Maybe God will smite me down for blasphemy and then I will know the truth.
Maybe not.

But I will still go to church anyway, until I reach twenty-one when I will be able to think maturely for myself. Something which I require help from my parents at the moment. Maybe they should not give me a gun when I enter National Service because I am still unable to think for myself. I suppose they would not allow me to defer my stint in the army till twenty-one.

What an unkind boy I am. Passing sarcastic remarks and being spiteful. I should take everything in my stride. I was foolish. I just did not see a good enough reason for me to go to church. I should have imagined that avoiding unhappiness would be better than one precious hour.

I wonder why God does not address me directly like he did with Saint Paul. After all, he has the means, right?
23 December 2008
I am wasting my time.

Fuck.
14 December 2008
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Be happy at all times; pray constantly; and for all things give thanks to God, because this is what God expects you to do in Christ Jesus.

This is a real killer here. How many Christians actually fall short of God's expectations here? No numbers, but I can assure you, many fall short.

I think I will just follow what Danielle suggested and just refuse to budge when the time for Mass arrives. Her name ironically stems from Daniel, which is translated to "God is my Judge".

Funny to see how so many hypocrites can call themselves Catholics. The easiest way to defeat a cause is to defend it with faulty examples.
12 December 2008
I should get a Peace Lily.
I also should have followed my own advice.
11 December 2008
So here I have been, at the chalet organized by my family, for the past few days. Not feeling my best at the moment, due to the flu and cough. I guess that my body is overworked by recovering from the sunburns I received. Now I am at the dining table (if you want to be technical, because we dine all over the place, not just at this table), using my cousin's Mac.

Looking around, I see some of my relatives playing mahjong, some watching TV, others playing game consoles and some even just bumming around. Life is good, life is good for now. I'll be going home tonight, though, and life will not be so good then. Back to business, and no escaping reality.

What makes a day special? Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday - They are all the same. All have 24 hours. Why is should Monday be the day when the week starts? Why should Friday be so celebrated (as far as school kids are concerned)? Why should any day be treated differently than another? Every day is a new day, and every day is a special day which is up for me to decide how I would use it.

Some times I wonder about how I would spend the rest of the days of my life.
07 December 2008
People who have given us their complete confidence believe that they have a right to ours. The inference is false, a gift confers no rights.

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)

Never expect anything.
04 December 2008
Only when you realize that you cannot rely on others, do you become independent.

Because no one can be trusted.
No one but yourself.

So when children like myself become independent, it is also a result of the disillusionment of the perfect world. Of course, people say that we move through stages. From dependence, to independence, to inter-dependence. You know, like how fine and dandy things will be.

Actually, inter-dependence just means that you cannot handle every thing by yourself.

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