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Thursday, March 4, 2010
random quote
was doing some research and came across this quote:
On a personal level, I don’t actually care whether a deity exists or not. While, if they were proven to be real, there would clearly be an impact on all of our lives, at this moment in time I don’t really mind. I don’t care whether my origins are primates or a creator. I would say that in my experience those who believe, and especially those who come to religion later in life, do so because they need to believe, and I do not have that need myself. I can accept that my life is unplanned, and not part of some great scheme of a creator, that doesn’t worry me or make me feel inadequate in anyway. In fact, I feel quite comfortable with it. So my response to the question “would you like there to be a God” would be “I have no need for there to be a God”.
http://www.the-atheist.com/what-would-make-me-believe-in-a-god/
it's interesting how all religious discussions end up with the do-you-even-care-if-God-exists-question
On a personal level, I don’t actually care whether a deity exists or not. While, if they were proven to be real, there would clearly be an impact on all of our lives, at this moment in time I don’t really mind. I don’t care whether my origins are primates or a creator. I would say that in my experience those who believe, and especially those who come to religion later in life, do so because they need to believe, and I do not have that need myself. I can accept that my life is unplanned, and not part of some great scheme of a creator, that doesn’t worry me or make me feel inadequate in anyway. In fact, I feel quite comfortable with it. So my response to the question “would you like there to be a God” would be “I have no need for there to be a God”.
http://www.the-atheist.com/what-would-make-me-believe-in-a-god/
it's interesting how all religious discussions end up with the do-you-even-care-if-God-exists-question
Monday, February 15, 2010
Chinese New Year
don't know why i even bother...but i shall try to revive this blog. after all, i'm getting too lazy to actually write it down.
had dinner with my paternal side of the family on saturday evening. it was a small gathering as always - my granddad, granduncle and my family. and as usual, we ate in the dining room rather than in the kitchen. i sorta prefer having dinner in the kitchen cause there's a more home-y feeling, but then again it's cooler inside the house.
dinner was kinda awkward. my granddad mistook my mom for me and me for my mom cause we were both wearing purple. so when he asked me about school, he kept looking at my mom instead of me. in the end i just excused myself and played suicide chess with enoch. Note to self: stop wearing the same coloured clothes as mom.
sunday evening's reunion dinner with the other side of the family was a little better i guess. at least i had my cousins for company (not just my pesky little brother. i'm kidding. really). after dinner, we went upstairs to tim's room and played card games. i think indian poker was the most fun, although i got cheated out of an ace and two kings. bloody hell =D kudos to enoch. at the same time, i discovered that i cannot lie under pressure. my heart starts beating really fast and i feel this incredible urge to laugh. don't know if this is a good thing or not.
and today, we only had one stop (thank god). that was to granduncle tony's place. enoch and i don't really know how to address him, but between both of us, we call him gong-gong-look-alike. he really does look a lot like my granddad, save for the white hair and glasses. and he's fairer too.
he's got a great place with lots of cool stuff. there's like, "historical artefacts" all over the place. i remember there was some porcelain cup of sorts that apparently, they used to use in coffee shops to drink coffee or tea. anyhoo, when we got there there were lotsa people, most of whom i didn't recognise. but there was this one guy i recalled seeing at my granddad's little birthday gettogether last year. if i remember right, he was a pastor. and i think i used to get nightmares about him when i was a kid. his wife is the splitting image of mrs ong too.
i saw auntie theresa too. she's awesome but i didn't get to talk to her cause she was so busy serving the other guests. her youngest son is getting really tall. i'm jealous. why do i have to get the short genes?! :(
anyway, chinese new year has never been so boring. ah well, my family was never really close anyway.
had dinner with my paternal side of the family on saturday evening. it was a small gathering as always - my granddad, granduncle and my family. and as usual, we ate in the dining room rather than in the kitchen. i sorta prefer having dinner in the kitchen cause there's a more home-y feeling, but then again it's cooler inside the house.
dinner was kinda awkward. my granddad mistook my mom for me and me for my mom cause we were both wearing purple. so when he asked me about school, he kept looking at my mom instead of me. in the end i just excused myself and played suicide chess with enoch. Note to self: stop wearing the same coloured clothes as mom.
sunday evening's reunion dinner with the other side of the family was a little better i guess. at least i had my cousins for company (not just my pesky little brother. i'm kidding. really). after dinner, we went upstairs to tim's room and played card games. i think indian poker was the most fun, although i got cheated out of an ace and two kings. bloody hell =D kudos to enoch. at the same time, i discovered that i cannot lie under pressure. my heart starts beating really fast and i feel this incredible urge to laugh. don't know if this is a good thing or not.
and today, we only had one stop (thank god). that was to granduncle tony's place. enoch and i don't really know how to address him, but between both of us, we call him gong-gong-look-alike. he really does look a lot like my granddad, save for the white hair and glasses. and he's fairer too.
he's got a great place with lots of cool stuff. there's like, "historical artefacts" all over the place. i remember there was some porcelain cup of sorts that apparently, they used to use in coffee shops to drink coffee or tea. anyhoo, when we got there there were lotsa people, most of whom i didn't recognise. but there was this one guy i recalled seeing at my granddad's little birthday gettogether last year. if i remember right, he was a pastor. and i think i used to get nightmares about him when i was a kid. his wife is the splitting image of mrs ong too.
i saw auntie theresa too. she's awesome but i didn't get to talk to her cause she was so busy serving the other guests. her youngest son is getting really tall. i'm jealous. why do i have to get the short genes?! :(
anyway, chinese new year has never been so boring. ah well, my family was never really close anyway.
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