Pedigree, materialism, and maybe a delirious dream or two

Alrighty ... I have a huge jumble of thoughts going on right now in my head, and I think I shall try to get them all out.



Let's start off with a little prelude: How's the media scene like in Singapore? The most of us would possibly never get to knowing it, watching the glamourous side of it all from the sidelines.



But the media scene here is the same as everywhere else - dirty.



Who's fucking who for precisely what? X person got a role? It may not be as simple as great acting talents and a set of nice tits; maybe utilising the latter, yes.



And yet, what bothers me is that the adults who are at least partially in the scene knows the media's dirty secrets, but yet no one talks about it. No one admits it. Everyone is pretending to be all chaste for the sake of the deluded public and the mesmerised fans.



People do not want to taint the pristine image of the artistes they see on TV. But well, the truth is there! I mean, even if these people do not screw around, maybe they are screwing one important person then. OK, maybe some are not like that, but people do not say "in life it is not what you know but who you know" for nothing, ay?



"Well," you ask defiantly. "If people are really screwing around, then how come we don't know leh? The media will surely take photos one what."



BECAUSE our media is one chummy big family, hello? Blogs, you should thank god right now, are not part of that family. ;)



Let's take for instance our own Fann Wong. We know that some time ago she slapped her boyfriend of 11 years because he was seen with Ericia Lee (at some restaurant I think they reported. I heard it was Velvet).



Now the media is speculating that she is with, of all people, Christopher Lee. I shall roll my eyes right now. *roll eyes*



The said ex-boyfriend of 11 years happens to be very, very wealthy.



Do you think, after a taste of the high life, she'd want to be with Christopher Lee whose career is ... well ... uneventful to say the least? Maybe she wants a return to true simple love instead - but I am skeptical. I even find it a little laughable. Ha.



Let's also look at a blog that I found, courtesy of Mr Miyagi. To Mr Miyagi, I'm sorry if my words are gonna hurt a little, but well ... opinions can't always be good. In any case Mr Miyagi, if I am wrong in any part of the following, do correct me! And I love your blog!



So anyway. The blog belongs to who you think it belongs to. The blog also pissed me off. Somewhat. In the said blog, said actress, let's call her Miss F, is obviously trying to come across (I don't say whether sincere or not) as being devout, sincere, and even with a tinge of bitterness at what life has dished out to her (but of course, she is lucky because she has her fans' support) since being an actress is giving her such a hard time and it is a job that nobody would ever want.



She also writes about her connection with God. While I have nothing against people with faith, I do find it a little stretched to make a decision, decide you don't actually know why you made that choice because you shouldn't have, whine about it, regret it, and later decide to be happy because she realised it was God who made the decision for her and of course, God knows best.



Like, huh?



I don't get it, someone enlighten me? And what if she made the other choice? Was that God's will too? The thing is, we don't know, so don't put words into God's mouth. But shrugs, right? Whatever makes her happy!! (which doesn't mean I cannot say my take)



Well of course, I do not expect her to write about which CEO sent her home in what car, but the least she can do is ... I don't know. Just stop that acting please?



It is not her fault. If I were an artiste who did not know the blogosphere any better, I'd possibly be writing the exact same stuff. For what? For PR and marketing of course. For the benefit of her teensy fans.



But let me tell you about the blogosphere Miss F - the realm of internet, where information is interactive unlike other forms of media, is not a place where hypocrisy is tolerated. On TV, you rule. You are there in the set, people are not. If you act lousy, the most we can do is turn off the telly.



We cannot go inside there to scold you. *Makes a loud squeaky scolding noise to demostrate*



In the cyberworld, you are normal like the rest of us. I can even go as far as saying blogging strips you of the heightened status quo you are supposed to have. Why? Because everyone can be anyone here! Actress, so what? Have that big audience and credibility that the best blogs do? Just like Maddox says, on the internet, he is more powerful than big brands.



Blog surfers can sniff out insincerity in a jiffy. Make a "Marketing Blog", have a single discrepancy in your entries, and the next day people are attacking it on forums like packs of hungry hyenas.



Don't. If you want to write pitiful entries like those, my advice is don't. Because people can be anonymous here, nobody will give sympathy. Get out of the blogosphere; go back to your real life.



Her angry fans could be hollering in front of their PCs decorated with her wallpaper now: "Y R YOU DOIGN TIS U EViL BiTCH F**** HAB NEBER DID ANYTING 2 U AND SHE IS VERY DEPRESSED NOW OLREADI WITHOUT YOU ADDING TO HER TORUBLES!!!111"



Well - simply because I am AGAINST people who are fake. Wake up your idea little children! All the fans of the artistes! All!!!! Not only Miss F's! Stop being so vehement against the idea of your idol being less than perfect! (Idea of your idol lol)



When you have finished all your studying and homework for the week, make a trip to Zouk. That is a club btw, so you guys will not be allowed in. (If you are above 18 and still a siao fan I suggest you go hang yourself) It's ok, just wait outside Zouk and pretend to be having a school flag day. You can even bring a laptop and play Gunbound with your friends outside.



Wait for the stars to come, and then when they go out of Zouk you can see how drunk they are and whose's car they sit on when they go back. Ferrari owner happens to be her friend? No such coincidence - he likes having a celebrity in his car, she loves being driven, and she possibly (I SAY POSSIBLY) thinks she deserves no less. (No offence to Mr Miyagi's sweet ride!) What they do after riding in the car is anybody's guess.



Are devout Christians supposed to behave in this manner, I wonder?



Let me make something very clear here: I may seem like I have something against fucking around with rich people, but I actually don't. I accept that people do it, and I will not comment on my take of the matter. As Shianux once told me, children will make a big fuss and get angry over issues they do not agree with. Adults take it in their strides and accept it as part and parcel of life. So, alright. I have established that I do not have anything against fucking around. In case anyone catches me in a nice Porsche while departing drunkenly out from Zouk, do remember that I am not the one who is acting all demure on my blog - which is my issue (ie hypocrisy).



Let's get on with arguing with Miss F's imaginary fans here. They are also hypothetically saying that she is depressed (or so portrayed on blog) so I, nor anyone, should bully her.



My old blogders would know I have no time for depressed people. They can all either go suck my cock, or pull themselves together and stop whining. Why should we only bully happy people and be kind and sympathetic towards depressed people? I say, she has a booming (well, ok, not exactly but I see her endorsement deals are doing well) career, has millions of fans and suitors, and I think you common lemmings have NO RIGHTS AT ALL TO PITY HER! None whatsoever! She is living a more fortunate life than (most of) you, hello? (Even if she herself doesn't think so we have to admit that a five-figure endorsement fee from Citigems and daily fan mail is not something anyone can get. If she is unsatisfied, it is her own problem. Maybe she ought to look at people with cancer/body odour/herpes/singed eyebrows/ok enough).



Of course, the age-old argument is right there on the blog, farting in your face: She didn't expect the blog to be public, it was merely for her well-meaning fans, and she wasn't writing for the an audience. And ... *drumroll* The classic!: If you want to judge, go away and don't come back.



I know I've always used the same argument before I got "famous", but notice I do not say that now - simply because that argument is now invalid for me. (Note for the slow: It is invalid because I am now somewhat famous) And for her, it was flawed from the start.



You are an actress, and with Singapore's limited pool of actresses you think people will not clamber to read the blog? Don't delude yourself; you are obviously writing for an audience. Unfortunately, you cannot split the audience into two and only take those with good comments for you, my dear. Uh uh! *Wags index finger side-to-side in an irritating manner*



Expect people not to judge? Don't kid me please - with that chosen profession your whole life's performance is a toy for people's judgement. In exchange for the attention, money, and fawning you get. If you don't want to be judged, then don't join the star awards. In the same way, if you don't want to be judged in this cyber realm, then don't even come in.



A little advice for Miss F: God destined me to write this entry for you my love! I am your savior! Well, go to Velvet a little less, don't always be late for work, and stop using hallucinated advice from a divine being as an excuse for ridiculous behaviour. Oh, and blog truthfully too - if not telling the whole truth then at least not lying. Very stretched indeed coming from an unemployed person of course, but ... hey! I am not unemployed! I am getting a fair bit of money from just writing rubbish! Got read my this month's Maxim column not? GO BUY NOWWWWWW! (Coincidentally I think it has her inside)



You get what I am talking about? You don't? Well, I don't blame you. I can only say I know certain information about certain artistes from several reliable sources, and I cannot spew it all out because it is not only mean but also defamation (since onus lies on me and I ain't no detective). Without these information, nothing about this blog entry makes sense.



Let's move abruptly to another topic.



Do you like chendol? I kinda like it. It has red beans and I like the green stuff inside. When I was young I used to think they were worms!



I shall continue this blog entry tomorrow, the pedigree and materialism part, because it is ridiculously late now and I shall sleep.



A warm toasty hug!



P/s: No personal attacks allowed in the comments! Except those against me! Miss F's fans - please start scolding me because I love to see young teens full of angst! Go on, insult my stumpy legs, intellect, sluttiness and split ends! "Hey," I will thus whine. "Go away leh ... I not 'writting' to impress and if you want to judge, don't come back. It's my blog not yours."



Heh heh heh!! I feel a little like Harry Potter in that scene in Order of the Phoenix where he gave the interview the the Quibbler and Umbridge banned the school from reading it and Malfoy cannot say anything about the interview to Potter because it would mean he read it and thus broke a school rule. Heh heh heh! (Similarity is that the fans cannot spam me because it would mean they disagree with Ms F's statement)



Alright. I can almost feel the "sian" look radiating from everyone. No one else here a Harry Potter fan? No? Ok fine.



Nights!



Come to think of it maybe I should disallow comments. Should I? People are gonna say I am mean ... But I am just stating my opinions mah ... Fuck lah, leave it there for a bit.

Erupting with happiness!!

OH



MY



GOD!!!



La lalalalalalallaalala never been happier lalallalala

Aren't you just sick of seeing my face? I'm sorry, but hey! Here's more!

Ok, here's official proof I am in love with myself. No wonder no guys love me; they are all jealous of me - as in the me that I love, not the me who loves me.



While waiting for Eileen Wee to get ready, I was bored at home and started to snap shots of myself (the one on top included). And then I was internet-less the night before, and I spent a few hours editing them.



I love the results! Look somewhat retro.



Have a look! They are logged in my Multiply page's album, here.



Also, do add me as a contact! Don't think there is a cap for it right? My main Multiply site is here, check it out! And I think you guys have not seen the "celebrity" photos too. The relationship, if you add me, ought to be "Online buddy" ok?



Can leave comments here or there, up to you. =)



Enjoy!

It all started with a tempura

One day, I was out with Eileen (Tan) and eating Japanese food.







To be more specific, tempuras! Oh my gosh is it called tempurae in plural?



So anyway, I was waggling the tempura around a bit and I asked Eileen, "Eileen, do you think my (former) main picture looks damn fucking cock-eyed? Coz everyone else says so."



I suddenly realised I have always had double-vision and wondered why.



Eileen took a look at me, and sniggered. To my disgust, she actually begun to drink her soup while still sniggering.





Now of course, Eileen is a very good friend of mine and I really value her opinion on whether my main pic looks "damn fucking cock-eyed".



But instead of answering immediately, she tantalized me by, after sipping her soup, looking serenely out of the window.





In fact, she looked so transquil that one might have thought the scene outside was that of the inside of a snowglobe with little white flakes floating gently down a sweet little cottage. With a chimney.



I ignored her and pretended to read the menu. I also tried my best to make it look as if the menu is the cheam-est book on relativity.





This behaviour of Eileen's continued for precisely 15 minutes. I could stand it no longer and whacked her on the head with my tempura, now half-eaten.



I would also like to digress and say that I've written this entry before because it was accidentally deleted, and therefore I keep writing repeated phrases and having a strange guilt that I am plagiarizing (myself). -_-



Eileen jumped into the air, and after rebraiding her hair because it flew around in a rage, began to pace fretfully around the table in quick, thoughtful steps. I imagine if Cloudy were here with us Cloudy would have bit her on her calves to curb such unsociable behaviour.



I rapped Eileen smartly on the head again.



Finally, she spoke.



"I was thinking deeply for 13 minutes, and I decided that it is not cock-eyed."





"DON'T PATRONISE ME!!!" I bellowed, spitting bits of chawamushi on her.



"Ok ok," said the fearful Eileen, cowering. "It is a bit cock-eyed."



"Alright! I'd change it tonight," I replied.



There was an awkward silence in which Eileen started to hum. In case you wanted to know, the song is "Da di hui chun".



"So ..." I said. "You said you were thinking for 13 minutes. What about the other two minutes?"



"Huh?" said a scared-looking Eileen, her eyes looking strictly down at her noodles.



I repeated my question, this time without the "So ..."



"Eh, I was, eh, thinking whether jellyfish were hermaphrodites," she stammered.











Hmmmmm.









I don't know about you, but I hardly think anyone would spend 2 whole minutes staring out of a window dreamily ... may I illustrate to you the look again?







As I was saying, dreamily, thinking whether jellyfish were hermaphrodites.



As a matter of fact, I think she was fantasizing about Fei Yu-ching, whom she recently admitted she thinks "looks very attractive for a man his age".



Never mind that disgusting Eileen.



I went home and went about the task of settling the my blog's main photo!!



So I puffed up my cushions, twirled my pretty locks on my fingers, and set the camera's self-timer!!









-_-



After a series of unsuccessful photoshoots, I've decided to enlist the help of my Mum.



Oh yeah the blur photo seems to have a halo on my head, ay?

















And it's time to choose!!!



And VOILA!!!!!!!











Do notice that the blue black on my knee is no longer there and also that Syphillis (my stuffed toy) is peeking out from behind! =)



Yay!!



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Hong Kong photos!!





Mong Kok, where the famous "Nu Ren Jie" (Woman Street) is!





A menu. Duh.





Inside their MTR, which says the destinations in three proud langauges.





Typical Hongkong street.





Old man selling sausages.

Damn those lightbulbs are bright.





Look, the waiters write their names with calligraphy! How cool is that?







Lan Kwai Fong is the Singapore equivalent of Mohammad Sultan! Except smaller.





Hong Kong wishes you a happy 2005! Yay!





Me with a fake LV bag and looking ashamed because I was the only one wearing gloves.

It was cold ok!



And off to Shen Zhen!! Nothing much there, except fake branded galore! Madness I tell you. They have so much imitation there, the sellers do not only sell you their products with a photo album of their goods! Oh no! You know what they do? They show you the REAL LV catalogue, and urge you to take your pick from there.



If I had any real bargaining skills at all, my purchases would be around half the price stated here. And mind you, AAA grade!











I stuck diamantes on my phone with tweezers and superglue!





Lookie what I bought for Cloudy!!











Cloudy is a bumblebee!! =)



Oh yeah and one more thing.



Eileen accidentally fell down and lost her front tooth!!! Very poor thing!







Yikes!!! Don't laugh at her ok! She's getting it fixed already. I will kinda miss that cute smile. Ha ha!!



p/s: I've got to go out already, so more blogging later on! Might be going to Zouk tonight. =)



Meanwhile, to the million or so people who told me to switch to Mozilla, here's my verdict:







If you ask me, I'd say all browsers hate me.

knnbccbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb!

I just typed a 2,000 word blog entry and guess what? IE HUNG! It is so knnbccb that I have nothing else to say. I hate the world. URGH!

Been helping out at the Red Cross lately, so super tired lah. Wake up damn early sia. Blog soon k k, help people more important.



p/s: If you say the above is for PR, fuck you. No, seriously, fuck you. People do not work from 9 to 6 daily for PR purposes. But, whatever you want to think lah. I am grumpy coz I have totally not enough sleep.



Updated: Decided to delete previous entry because the fellow in question apologized. Cheers!

The Belated Christmas Post

Eh. The tsunami disaster had me feeling that it is rather unsuitable to blog for the past few days. But anyway, I decided that amidst all that grief life still needs to go on, so might as well do what we can for the victims (like donating: Mr Brown teaches how) and move on.



So, what did you do for Christmas (a tad late but I was BUSY lah)?



I was rather traumatized one day before Xmas eve because I had no plans for the said day.



- Eileen is going to Zouk because of Digweed and tickets cost some ludicrous price which I am unwilling to pay for.

- Wanyi in HK.

- Eekean in Batam.

- June with BF.

- Eileen Wee in Bangkok.



As a last attempt to get some exciting plans for the day, I asked my mum and brother where they are going on Xmas - maybe there was some family activity that I can pretend to grudgingly attend (for people which no friends on Xmas are, erm, losers, right?). Family activities are good for festive seasons because you can always kick up the excuse of filial piety and simply that you were forced to attend and act like you are not simply left out of more glamourous parties.



My mum chirruped that she had two parties to attend to and she dunno which to go to etc blah blah, and commenced with wrapping presents for the people who will be there. She asked, "You leh?" and smirked while I said I have nowhere to go to.



There is something very wrong with this picture.



1) My mum is more popular than me. She is forty+ and OLD. She has kids. She is fatter than me*. She has wrinkles!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD!? Why ain't I, Singapore's famous pink Blogger, invited to grace important parties of the rich and good-looking? WHY?!!!! (Actually was invited to some but had no one to go with me and thus rejected)



*Claims she is anyway. When reminded that my waist is 22.5inches and hers is 26, she argued that fatness is not measured by waist measurements and would I please look at my thunderthighs.



2) My mum is wrapping presents for other people's kids. When Smelly (bro, 11 years old) and I reminded her of the irony of the situation, she retorted that she gave me my computer, which costs $999, and that is good enough for a very substantial Xmas present. I told her she bought the computer to stop me from hogging her computer (also new, Pentium 4).



She simply rolled her eyes and said that I am not getting any presents for the next 3 years.



As a super last resort, I asked my brother if he were staying at home.



To my utter horror, he said he is going to church.



Let me first specify: I have nothing against Christianity, or any religion, for that matter. However, nobody in the Cheng family has ever been a Christian, least of all Smelly - I once heard him declare very loudly that God does not exist.



Hmmm...



I was so appalled but that little snippet of unexpected information (shall explain why I am later) that I dislocated my neck as I turned around to ask Smelly why he suddenly decided to be a Christian. Being the evil sister I am, I snidely added, "Why, you found God hiding behind a Christmas tree ah?"



My brother rolled his eyes at me, but being the true Christian he is, was patient and kind. He graciously pardoned my insolence, and continued with a simple, "Because Barnabus asked me to go to church."



(Barnabus is classmate cum best friend and also avid lover of ps2 games.)



"Cheh! Siao. He ask you go then you go. You really believe God exist meh?"



"Yes."



"Last time you didn't say that lor hor. Prove it."



My brother kept quiet. My mum, frowning upon the melodrama unfolding, interjected.



"Oei girl! You are being very rude you know. Religion is good what, it teaches good values."



"Yeah right, then go be Buddhist? How about being Muslim? Hindu? Why must be Christian leh? And anyway, where got people just because it teaches good values then go believe in a religion one? Utter rubbish."



My mum pulled my brother away from me - now in a very aggressive mood indeed - to commence with other mundane things like pre-Xmas TV.



I feel extremely agitated. Something is really not right here. The way my brother so defiantly said, "Yes." to "Does God exist?" really, really pissed me off. The way he answered so confidently, so unquestioningly.



A few months ago, he was so sure God doesn't.



I hate it. I hate it when people have blind faith in things without questioning. I am not saying that God doesn't exist; he might. But up till today, there is no concrete proof, stripped of any form of blind faith, that he does. For example, him descending right on top of the Esplanade and exclaiming, "Screw you atheists, I EXIST!"



However, after a visit to the church, my brother was, dare I say, brain-washed. So thoroughly brain-washed, that he brushed off his sister's opinion - a first since my brother always values my views.



Great, I thought to myself. The first thing Christianity brings him is unrest in the family. You Christians may argue that it is MY issue and that I should believe in God like my wise-beyond-his-years brother, but here's my argument: I do not believe in God because I have not seen him, nor felt him. I refuse to indulge in blind faith. And therefore, if He really wants to solve the problem here, he should appear in my dreams or something (Esplanade gracing too much to hope for for little insignificant me). But no! I dreamt of ... I can't remember but there was certainly no bright lights and Zeus-like creatures.



Alright, some of you might be angrily spewing now: "Then how can you accuse your brother of blind faith, and be so sure God didn't personally touch him in, erm, his house (aka church)?"



Because I asked. I asked him if anything has proved to him that God exists. He kept quiet. Then I pressed on, "So you just when to church, sang songs, and tadah! your perception of life changes?"



He said yes!



My god. Oops, inappropriate expression. How then, you may ask, is one considered reasonable when they believe in religion?



I personally believe religion is fabricated by man, but let's take in account a story I have heard.



Shengrong's dad is a devout Christian. Shengrong's mum is not. The Ng family has 3 kids. According to what SR told me, his mum dreamt of angels telling her to believe in Christ after her first delivery. She brushed this off, until it happened again during her 2nd and 3rd pregnancy.



She was then convinced, and was a devout Christian since.



If anything like that happened to me, I'd be a Christian too. If something of that magnitude happened to Smelly, I'd say it is logical for him as well. But the only reason I can think of for him being a Christian is because his friends all go to church with him. WTF.



Let me continue about my displeasure regarding a family member suddenly turning pious. It is not my business, some of you might say, that my brother decides his own religious path. You cannot blame me for being paranoid.



More than once, stable friendships have been ruined because of my refusal to enter any church, especially City Harvest. I remember this primary school friend of mine called Shufen. We lost contact, and through Friendster, we met again.



I was especially gleeful because she was my primary school best friend.



However, the reunion did not go well. She kept sprouting Christian issues to me, saying nonsense like I am too conceited (which I am) and that God would help me cleanse my sins and I can fly with eagles or something like that. Throw in random words like blessed, lamb, angels, whatever. I almost puked.



Being the nice polite girl I am, I benignly refused, saying I have my own reasons, and I am not about to embrace Christianity.



She sent more aggressive smses, 3 at one time. I vaguely remember being on a date at that time and was supremely annoyed by her relentlessness.



My second polite refusal was refuted by the blind faith she tried to impose on me, and by the third I told her if she were to keep up this behaviour there was no way I can remain friends with her.



I cannot remember clearly what she said, but it was very offensive - something about me going straight to hell (as if it is up to her to decide. Pui.) for my denial, and that such a horrid person like me is definitely not worthy as a friend.



I was so vexed by the whole issue that I asked her if it is worth it for her to sacrifice a friendship - something so obviously THERE and existing - for something which she is not even sure exist.



Can't remember her answer. Bet it involves cherubs.



So anyway, I am scared that something like this will happen between my brother and I. I have heard somewhere, correct me if I am wrong, that Christians are supposed to convince everyone they know to convert.



How long will it take for Smelly to do that? I can imagine a huge quarrel coming up.



I know this blog entry is long, but let me blog this religion issue out once and for all. The one main reason why I refuse to believe in Christianity (only tried said religion, so I am talking about it. Not discrimination) is because I do not see why I should let me people tell me what to do.



Take for example Shufen. Who is she to tell me how to live my life and that I'd go to hell? She heard these information from Jesus? Why can't Jesus tell me himself? Just because priests spend their lives studying the bible doesn't mean that they are necessarily close to God than I am right? (If you say they are, where's the proof?) So who are they to teach me what to do? Who are they to lecture me on how I should treat my parents? Have they led a wiser life than I did? Are they even smarter than me? Do I fuck little boys in church?



Speaking of telling people what to do... I remember this once, I went into a miracle healing church. People who are handicapped were made to walk again there, with the power of so many people praying for them (why did God make him handicapped in the first place if he is about to retract his decision?).



After the hymns and all, the "newcomers" were invited to go to the front, stand in a circle, and hold hands or something.



With the power of hundreds praying, the newcomers were supposed to feel a spasm of some sort. Knees go weak, heard voices, that sort of thing.



Sounds interesting, I thought. I went ahead. Take note: I wasn't skeptical. I truly wanted to feel the clairvoyant vibrations.



They chanted, and soon after, almost everyone in the circle was trembling like we were in the north pole. Was it me, or did the helper look pleased with himself? Anyway my verdict is that I didn't feel anything at all.



We were then asked how we felt, and almost everyone there said they felt something of some sort. Only I felt nothing.



The helper stopped at me, and asked,

"Did you feel yourself shaking?"



"No."



"How about feeling a weak sensation at your stomach?"



"No."



"Weak at the knees?"



"No."



"Oh, then you must have heard some voices?"



"No leh."

By this point of time I was blushing crimson. Everyone was looking at me like I was some freak that God left out.



I felt very compelled to lie and said that God personally told me he loves me, but the situation here strongly reminded me of that stupid primary school game called "Bi xian" (Pen Deity?) where either you or the other primary schooler moves the pen and everyone pretends to be amazed as the pen gives answers. I told myself I was too old to play games like that.



The helper asked one last question:

"Did you feel anything at all?"



"No."



"Never mind dear. Next time. Now please donate 10% of your salary to the church each month."

Ok not the last sentence.



I know ... Not all Christians are like that. There are many quiet believers who do not impose their views on others. I respect that. However, even if I ever believe in Christianity, I doubt I'd step into churches. What's wrong with reverence in the comforts of your own home?



Since I already said so much taboo stuff, I may as well add this: I am so irked by some silly Indian tsunami victims. They were praying so hard that another tsunami would not come. In actual fact, the STUPID Govt issued a bogus warning. There was no second tsunami.



See the irony here? If the Indians get reassured that there is no second tsunami, which of course there isn't, then they would credit their God, thinking it was their praying that worked.



May I ask, if praying works, then why did the first tsunami happen? Erm, to punish people who did not pray enough - and torture those who did by killing their family? To, erm, cleanse sins? Oh I get it! The dead victims get to be closer to God! I'll not heard more bollocks in my life, and I don't understand why people get taken in by this rubbish. How is it fair, may I ask, that we can praise the lord (yes I know Indian people do not believe in Christianity but I am saying hypothetically here) when he supposedly "stopped" the second tsunami, and we are not allowed blame him for making the first happen? How?!



Ok I am done with this very long entry. It may cause public outrage, but I read somewhere that almost everything causes public outrage and you cannot write anything without outraging at least one person.



Momo, during the Christian Smelly quarrel, warned me not to write about it because of the high public outrage factor. I don't really care. These are my honest thoughts - and I am not imposing them on you. I may be wrong, so if you want to correct me, please do so gently.



I am going to meet June and Clara, more more more blogging later, and sorry for the lag! Love ya all.



Hugs,

Wendy



UPDATED: Christians, my blog is not an avenue for your preaching. If you want to do so, do it elsewhere. I will delete all preaching 'comments'. Don't even get started on "If the atheists can talk about not believing God why can't we talk about believing Him?" Well, I just don't see why I should help promote Christianity. To me, that is like spamming. The atheists have nothing to gain on the other hand. And also the small fact that it is my blog - I hate preaching and I would not have it here. Cheers.