My girl went completely gone for 7 days, blew my adrenaline levels to the roof for the sake of finding her. And she turned up on the 7th day, all happy, fine, and in a relationship with someone else.
I hate her ever since.
Hmh... Nope.
My girl left me for another man she claimed she hated. I wonder how much had she lied to me then?
Well, I hate her ever since.
Hmh... Nope.
I hate her after a series of me forgiving her to be screwed up again the very same day.
Hmh... Nope.
I hate her after finally when I tried to forgive her for a 100th time, she just said that she didn’t want to talk to me anymore.
Yep. That’s it.
For all the fuckups she had done, couldn’t she cope with my way?! Why do I have to follow her way?
Fuck her.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Anything, Any Damn Thing
It just came to me that I can write anything here.
I always think a lot before I write something down.
Well not anymore.
Coz in the end, blog is crap right?
And that’s what I will do.
I’ll write my crap.
Where else to put it?
No one’s gonna read this anyway.
I always think a lot before I write something down.
Well not anymore.
Coz in the end, blog is crap right?
And that’s what I will do.
I’ll write my crap.
Where else to put it?
No one’s gonna read this anyway.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Bad Religion, Good Religion -in terms of comfort and authenticity-
A bad religion has answers for every important question in your life, even if the answers are forced and doubtful. You will know for sure what to do to skip hell. You will feel safe and secured; you’re not tortured with confusion, a feeling of being lost, and a feeling of not knowing.
A good religion doesn’t answer your questions, because it simply has no answers for them. It promotes reflection, creates a seeker, a searcher. It makes you feel alone, lost, and bleak. Because you don’t know what to do, you may not even know who God is. It keeps you constantly moving, searching for the real God, a new sight that changes you forever.
Finally, you will have to choose, comfort or authenticity?
A good religion doesn’t answer your questions, because it simply has no answers for them. It promotes reflection, creates a seeker, a searcher. It makes you feel alone, lost, and bleak. Because you don’t know what to do, you may not even know who God is. It keeps you constantly moving, searching for the real God, a new sight that changes you forever.
Finally, you will have to choose, comfort or authenticity?
A Journey and a Car
Sometimes I think religion is like a car, and salvation, enlightenment, or whatever you want to call it is somewhere you want to go using that car.
• A car doesn’t do much good if it doesn’t take you to your destination, but people seem to be fulfilled and happy just being inside one, even if it doesn’t move at all.
• The car is never the destination, just being inside doesn’t mean anything. It’s the journey that matters.
• Therefore, a good car is so uncomfortable that you never forget your destination.
• A bad car on the other hand is so cozy that you don’t even remember to drive.
• You can even abandon your car, and sometimes if it holds you back, you should.
• Humanist atheists don’t use cars, they ride motorcycles. Hey, as long as they’re moving ahead right?
• A car doesn’t do much good if it doesn’t take you to your destination, but people seem to be fulfilled and happy just being inside one, even if it doesn’t move at all.
• The car is never the destination, just being inside doesn’t mean anything. It’s the journey that matters.
• Therefore, a good car is so uncomfortable that you never forget your destination.
• A bad car on the other hand is so cozy that you don’t even remember to drive.
• You can even abandon your car, and sometimes if it holds you back, you should.
• Humanist atheists don’t use cars, they ride motorcycles. Hey, as long as they’re moving ahead right?
Introduction
People who are close to me know how much I fear and despise religion. To me, religion is one of those ugly overblown things. I really don’t know where to start when it comes to talking about why I think religion is prone to stupidity, mistakes, hatred, and violence. That is why it is so hard to break it down to pieces, let alone communicating it.
So, this is what I come up with. I will write a series about it which will be labeled "religion". They will not necessarily be organized, they can come in short stories or long and dull explanation, they may even overlap, talking about the same thing.
Nevertheless, hopefully they will help me sort things out, place them in an organized structure, and find me new ones.
So, this is what I come up with. I will write a series about it which will be labeled "religion". They will not necessarily be organized, they can come in short stories or long and dull explanation, they may even overlap, talking about the same thing.
Nevertheless, hopefully they will help me sort things out, place them in an organized structure, and find me new ones.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sit and Pray
I was not in a good mood today. My problems got ahead of me. Well, one particular problem got ahead of me.
And in this kind of days I'm thankful for my friends. For they are always there for me, saying the right words, reminding me of anything I've taken for granted, telling me that everything will turn out fine.
One thing did stick out though.
One of them told me to pray.
The words were so powerful that it got me silenced. I actually remembered the last time I prayed, really prayed. It was about a month ago. But the point is that I didn't pray as many as I should. All this time I've been counting on my strengths, trying to fight with all that is happening. I never got to pray and let it go. I never got to embrace it and thank God for it, how horrible it was.
So today, for the first time in a long time, I sit and pray.
And in this kind of days I'm thankful for my friends. For they are always there for me, saying the right words, reminding me of anything I've taken for granted, telling me that everything will turn out fine.
One thing did stick out though.
One of them told me to pray.
The words were so powerful that it got me silenced. I actually remembered the last time I prayed, really prayed. It was about a month ago. But the point is that I didn't pray as many as I should. All this time I've been counting on my strengths, trying to fight with all that is happening. I never got to pray and let it go. I never got to embrace it and thank God for it, how horrible it was.
So today, for the first time in a long time, I sit and pray.
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