Chapter 53: Man-Made

I am quite sure most of you have heard of the 2012 rumours. That which I see no concern for, since nothing can prevent death, assuming these rumours are true, even if you were to gain all the almighty knowledge in the world for an eye.

And there have been certain religious groups going around claiming to be the potential sole survivors of this judgement, once againing, assuming there is a judge.

I, for one, prefer to remain an free-thinker for my own personal reasons, which while you see them as illogical (of which I do not care), I see as good enough for my own life.

And what are these reasons?

One, in my opinion, I see religions as groups of people who share a common set of beliefs which shape their view of the metaphysical and supernatural world. And I do very much admire the idea of people building harmony and bonds through common beliefs, but at the same time, I think this also requires the sufficient ability to understand and tolerate the beliefs of others.

Without this ability, which is as important as personal strength, I see religious efforts bringing an adverse effect of disharmony through conflicts that clash.

By far, I have yet to see significant harmony and unity benefits of religious movements. Rather, all I have seen are the forcing of people into throwing away their original ideas to surrender like an unwilling puppet to that of others. I cannot see religions as being different to warring states. And I have no desire to partake in conflicts of interests.

Up until now, for as far as I have seen, I dislike the calling of people to join religions that claim a better afterlife. I do not like to succumb to fears of afterlife, something that I have yet to have a fulll understanding of.

If there is an omnipotent force of the world who is willing to throw people who do not attend sunday church or forget to say their prayers into burning pits of lava, especially if they have no true malice at heart, then I would rather not support such cruelty. This is far from the loving, benevolent, forgiving lord who carries the sins of men whom I had heard of.

I have little urge to follow a book or set of beliefs written by mortal men who claim it to be the words of the lord himself.

Speaking of claims, I do realise that certain religions do not encourage curiosisty or ambitions into matters that, according to them, do not matter in life and conflict with the ideal life.

But, being someone who studies science, I have come to liking to be curious (controlled under standard ethics depending on the country) and, experiementing and observing to test hypothesises. Having complete faith in something I cannot see does not suit me at all. I am not saying faith is bad thing, but that it just does not suit my personality.

The way I see it, what we want to do or follow, depends on how well it suits us and works out for us. This is why understanding and tolerating is so important here.

Perhaps I may change my mind if I see changes before my eyes.

Until then.

Chapter 52: Impending Destiny

I wonder... is this 'ultimate reality' we see before us merely the converging of what we collectively percieve, with different aspects and opinions clashing at the same time. If that is so, is true harmony, or a 'perfect, complete world' one whereby we eventually believe in the same objectives together, in order to eliminate the chaos.

And, if the earth really does die, do we really need to care about the destination, or the end state of the earth? After all... there is nothing we can truly do. Maybe rather than panicking, a better move would be to think about the journey instead, and live life as per normal, or how we want it to be. Is it worth spending time counting down to inevitable death?

Speaking of impending destiny, I just realised that I have been winning most of the chess games I played recently at the international chess club (Wednesday evening when I am free, air-con and 2 hours, why do you think I chose this CCA?).

And through playing and thinking back, I guess I did learn some things from this old game of mysterious origins and deep history.

It reminds me of concepts in war. For instance, war is a terrible ordeal. Every side involved are bound to lose at least something, and in the end, only one will earn victory. But then, what is left of your comrades and people? All gone, exchanged for the lives of the enemies. All soldiers really were to the player are nothing more than trinkets and tokens for checkmate.

Losses are inevitable, unless the opposition is really incompetent and throws away lives unknowingly. Therefore, most of the time, we focus on minmizing our losses, and making the enemy suffer heavier ones.

But checkmate, or absolute victory, really is a great feeling. It is as if everything you did came down to this final moment, and you can taste the fear in the air, and impending destiny and victory ahead. It is as though, no matter what happens next, you have won.

This game is not as unpopular or boring as you think. In fact, if you like, you can try it yourself. The more you learn about true tactics and strategies, you will come to appreciate the game. The history and origins are very interesting too. Do not just look on the surface. After all, how do you know that it is boring, if you have never tried to actually enjoy the game.

Until then.

Chapter 51: Absolute Truth

There has been a question that has always been persisting me up until now, perhaps, from the age of 7 years of age. 12 years...

Is this world that I see and feel, and this 'life' I am living, just a dream created from my own mind and perspective?

Is this simply a dream?

We see news of deaths and accidents, we feel pain, and we feel happiness. But how do we know if we only think of pain as pain, or of happiness as happiness, because we see it that way?

Do we mold the structure of the world we live in and see? If so, do we each have a personal world that is modified to some extension by our own minds? Whereby the majority of these personal worlds have similarities that allow them to partially converge together into what we call 'reality'?

If this is so... if I am simply 'sleeping' and 'living' a 'dream'... than what is the absolute truth? Or is there even one?

To that extent, I have come to think of a possible idea.

Is everything simply data? Even these thoughts that flow through me could simply be data.

Let's say... that this possibility is very real.

Then everything would be data shaped, restructured and degraded, all according to our programming.

In this case, is it possible that we use very similar programs to structure and modify these data? These data structures may simply be alternate forms of the very same play dough we used.

And, perhaps through upgrading, and generating more thoughts, learning more from other different views and perspectives, would it be possible to change the data to something we all agree on? Maybe a world that we can all share in harmony.

Perhaps. This is, after all, just another possibility.

Until then.

Chapter 50: Whatever Comes To Mind

As the title suggests, I cannot really think of one, since I simply write whatever comes to mind on every update without a topic of focus. After all, this is a blogsite/notepad for random scribbles. Just like a piece of paper I play tic-tac-toe or sketch on whenever the priority of listening attentively to lectures is not on the top of the A to-do list.

And like that piece of paper, this usually occurs very seldomly. Just like the updating of this blogsite.

Nevertheless, this is really it. I finally achieve the first checkpoint of reaching the 50th chapter. No confetti or champagne though. This blogsite is kind of budget. No pictures, no videos, no fancy decorations. Other than a good ol' game of pacman. This is a sort of book anyway. And what kind of tome has videos or music in it? Just good ol' fashioned words. Describing things that come to mind. Must not be a very high-selling book though.

50th chapter... despite inconsistent posting...

Either way... time to move on the topic of focus. Well... I did say there was not any topic of focus on usual days... but who said this was a usual day? And I just decided to put one topic today anyway. This is, after all, my random sketching paper in blogsite form.

"I dare you to -insert random challenge- or are you just a -insert random insult referring to lack of courage-?"

Does this look similar?

It gets me wondering sometimes... what exactly is courage?

Well, to me, there is courage even in refusing this kind of challenge. Or even accepting it.

The condition is whether you have the courage to face up to peer pressure and influences and decide things on your own terms.

If you simply accept the challenge just because you are afraid of being at laughed at or give in to the taunting of others... than I would pretty much call you a coward.

Courage lies in doing the sensible thing without the interference of outside factors.

But it also takes courage to accept certain factors and make full use of them. Do not let factors suppress you but use them to propel you.

What is courage? Well, that is your decision.

Did I not say that having the courage to make decisions is important? After all... who am I to declare that my opinions are completely right?

Your future, your courage, your decision.

Until then.

Chapter 49: And With The Sound 'Boom', Critisms from Omnipotent Judges Come In...

Time for a new entry and chapter. Tis a rare phenomenon to be witnessed whereby I have written posts of such frequency these few weeks indeed, if I do say so myself.

I am sure most people who have read yesterday's news have come across the article titled, ''Rad'-hot Ris Low'. And for those of us who happen to be Singaporeans, or are those several foreigners who have heard of her, I am quite confident that it would not be necessary to conduct a short introduction to the profile of this very well-known lady, or that of why she has achieved such fame, or from the persepctives of others, notoriety.

If I recall from the days I spent at English lessons taken at secondary school, my ex-classmates and I were often reccomended to partake in discussions with the general public so as to further our konwledge of the world, and improve our critical reasoning skills. In the process, of course, our command of the language was to improve.

However, I did not have the confidence to do so publicly, and thus I have resorted to something similar but of a smaller scale, that is, to write my opinions on my personal blogsite.

Hence, let us begin.

From the comments that I had read, I noticed quite a few mentioning how the authors were not in favour of her new found confidence and drive in building up a new, positive image, while doing what I like to call 'damage control'.

Well, in my humble opinion, I very much liked the sound of her looking towards the future in a bright light, and I felt as though there was nothing despicable about her clothes preferences, shopping habits, or casual use of personally coined words.

We were all born with a different individual body and mind, and I do not see myself in any position to declare her hobbies or harmless perferences as horendous.

I also noticed that some were commenting on how she should have done more self-reflections.

While I do agree that her crimes should not go unpunished, I feel that they had indeed been sufficiently judged punished by the proper authorities, taking into consideration both her medical conditions, and the obvious crimes that had to be balanced by justice.

But I cannot comment on whether her self-reflection was sufficient as there is not enough information included in the article for me to do so accurately enough.

Nevertheless, I applaud her new found drive for life.

I also found her courage to have entered the competition very commendable. This, in my opinion, was a respected clash of different opinions and perspectives as to what the qualities that should represent Singapore in general, mediated by experienced judges. One of these opinions in the clash was Ms. Ris Low's, and I find nothing wrong with her wanting to test them with such courage and tenacity.

No one said she had to win. In fact, if you wish to blame someone, then blame the judges. They were, after all, the ones who made the final judgement. The authorities who perceived those judges as dependable enough were also at fault.

Ms Low was simply one of those many contestants who dared to put her image to the test.

However, I do agree that her opinion that those who criticised her would have behaved and presented themselves in more or less the same way as she did, was not entirely correct.

Firstly, I feel that the only way to prove that theory is to have all these people whom she accused take part in the very same competiton, which is of course, quite impossible.

And commenting on how atrocious her command of english and manners compared to oneself, was a very strange way of presenting oneself as a gracious citizen fo Singapore who knows when to criticise and when to lay off (especially when I do not see any profit or beneifts gained from commenting like that).

Everyone's opinion is biased and influenced by one's attitude and view to a minimum extent.

That said, I did not like her sweeping statement of those who criticised her to be cowards or bespectacled computer addicts. She does not have enough evidence to support those words at all.

As a matter of fact, it may be true that some of them were indeed cowards, but what she should be spending her time doing is not calling them names or putting them into cliche stereotypes, but instead analyzing their useful points and learning from them, in order to further her evident drive into a bright future.

Calling them as such would simply lower her to their level, or even worse.

Until then.

"Justice and faith, ignorance and escapism. They never learn. They never listen! "

"After all, people can only understand what they’ve experienced."

- Rau Le Creuset, Fictional Character of Gundam Seed series, from Sunrise.

Chapter 48: Only Human

Going through this new semester has only brought me down to reality. It made me remember the limitations of being human.

True, we all try to soak up the punishment and pain of absorbing every lecture, tutorial and practical there is, and even go over daily revisions. This was the very same routine last semester. But through this, memories of the lessons of being limited in endurance and speed were recovered.

Sometimes I think they make up all these creative anatomy names, and names of bacteria and diseases just for the fun of watching us squirm.

I realise that it is possible that my mind is limited, but I'm not going to admit it outloud. The plan is to just find some way to overcome it, pretending that there is no shred of pressure within me just for the sake of pride and go all out. I will never admit weakness even if I lose everything and the irritating rumours of 2012 do come true.

After all, when the going gets rough, we will all just get going, right?

Until then.

Chapter 47: By The Power Of Anti-Gravity... You're Driving Newton And I Up The Fourth Wall

This morning was my very first step into the notorious world of driving. That is correct. The basic theory test.

I took it at the Singapore Saftey Driving Center, conveniently located near Nanyang Polytechnic where I went to for a project meeting after I had my breakfast and test. It was just behind the Ang Mo Kio Fire Station Headquarters.

The reporting time was at 9.00 am, while the actual test started at 9.15 am, the very first session of the day. I believe it was at room 3 of level 4, near the enquiries counter, as directed by the obvious sign I saw near the main entrance of the building.

I arrived at around 8.40 am, and waited around the room. While so, I took a look at the notices on the board.

First up were two articles describing how some man in his late 30's charged S$300 per student to help them cheat by taking the theory tests on their behalf. I believed this applied to both the basic and final ones. Supposedly, he used their NRIC cards with his own pictures. Of course, using this amateurish method, he got caught in the end. (P.S I'm sure I would have done a better job, both economically and stealthily) (S$300 feels like short-changing clients if you ask me) (Not that I would do so in the future which is full of possibilities)

The second that piqued my interest were the pass rates of the three known test centers in the very fine (if you catch my drift) country of Singapore. By the way, they were not exactly the encouragement I needed. The test center I was taking the test at apparently has the lowest percentage of passes for theory tests so far, though their practical pass rates were decent.

Before I knew it, one by one other candidates appeared. They formed the most interesting part of my first attempt experience, to say the least.

All kinds of people came to take the test. Some were middle-aged adults, some were young polytechnic students like me and there were people trying to convert their foreign driving licenses to Singapore ones. There was even an obvious first-timer, who enquired for the test reporting time at the counters. And then, there were also candidates who had obviously done it before.

When the reporting time came, we formed a queue to the desk near the entrance of the room inside. When my turn came, I simply showed my NRIC card, and they gave me a piece of paper with my name and station number at the front, with a warning to disqualified drivers at the back to not take the test.

I sat at the last stream of the fourth row, between a Malay middle-aged woman, and a young chinese national (or maybe chinese educared) man.

After the introduction by the invigilator, and the briefing with the kind of voice you would hear in a hotline, we began the test. I entered my given password into the modern touch-screen computer, and began the 50 questioned MCQs (Multiple-Choice Questions). Some came with semi-flash-video diagrams, and I had a generous 50 minutes to complete them, of which I took up only 10 to 20.

The young man beside me finished a little earlier, and he did not look very happy, which once again, was not a relief to my already nervous mind from the night before.

Once I made sure that I answered all questions to the best of my judgement and ability at the time (the question index for checking was quite helpful due to fears of double touching and thus skipping questions unintentionally), I clicked the almighty 'end test' button, and waited for the judgement.

2 seconds passed... and... I passed. I could not help but feel dizzy with joy and success later on, though I had to first leave the room.

I was waiting to be told by the invigilator what to do, and was informed that I had to throw away the paper I was given initially (kind of like throwing used fullscap paper at the GCE O levels). The confidential message would self-destruct soon in 5 seconds, I guess. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the birefing =P.

I left, printed the result slip, went to the canteen for breakfast and exited the bulding. I saw a honda bike stimulator, which looked very interesting (and fun XD), enough to make me consider trying it.

I am currently considering doing the final theory test before getting the provisonal driving license (PBL, two L plates, registered car and instructor, no expressway).

And that, was my first experience at ssdc (I must have looked and sounded like a toruist >_<).

Until then.

Chapter 46: Looking Back, and Sideways

Everyone really is selfish, are we not?

This is to be expected, no matter how shocking it may seem to some people. After all, everyone wants a better life. And most of the time, throughout the sands of time, it has been proven that the most effective way measured by the yield of results against units of time, you need to take something away from the opposition, or from the surroundings around you in order to gain something.

Maybe gaining will not lead to a better life, but most people believe it to be. There cannot be a winner if no one loses. And since people carry on following their own methods regardless of who they hurt, or who gets in the way, this proves how selfish they truly are.

True, it may seem like they actually care for others, but it is but an illusion. In most cases, there is hardly any improvement in the care of others. The damage remains, despite the blanket of sympathy covering it.

You can try, but you can never run away from your selfish nature.

We were all made with one body each to look after.

We were not meant, nor are we able to fully comprehend what it means to be another person. Without this capability, true compassion is unlikely.

We need only look after ourselves to survive.

Since we were made to have unique minds, no matter how similar, opinions from us are biased, and influenced by our individual attitude and perspective (possibly modified and, or built up through interactions with the environment) to at least a minimal extent. Therefore, we often think what we view to be best for the world is truly the best.

The world is a dark place, but we can always try to cover it with paper-thin, beatiful hope.

Chapter 45: Weather Within Emotions

Dry, bitter, harsh, frigid, biting winds driving through the mind. Knowing that I should be upset, but not being able to remember the reason why. Or maybe it just goes two ways. I do not quite remember why, but neither do I want to try to find out why.

I just want to, and feel like walking away and carrying on the rest of life is all I can do. Or maybe I just want to believe that is all I can and should do.

The dust in the sky bring about tears within that cannot fall along with the buried memory.

The sunset does invoke memories of the times that were both fun and upsetting, yet not being that which I want to remember.

But it also reminds me that the future holds a lot more, and that I simply want to carry on, believing that the past was but a long forgotten dream.

Maybe that should be the way it is. I do sort of feel happier this way, or at least I see it that way.

Chapter 44: I Gave It My Best

Results came out yesterday at 8 am.

Microbiology A (4 credits) - Distinction
Food Culture (4 credits) - Distinction
Introduction to Molecular Biotechnology (4 credits) - A
Inorganic Chemistry (4 credits) - B+
Communication Skills (2 credits) - C+
Mathematics for Life Sciences (3 credits) - C

Last semester's GPA - 2.98
Current semester's GPA - Uncalculated
Accumulated GPA - 3.198

Feeling - Unsatisfied, bitter

I gave it my best. But in the end, I suppose it just was not good enough. Perhaps things are indeed predetermined. Whether we have the strength we need, or not.

Chapter 43: What Have These Eyes Seen...?

These few days, I have seen a few interesting things. Well, at least interesting enough to write home about. Just yesterday, there was a gundam exhibition with plenty of interesting model kits (You know, those miniature model kits of mobile mecha suits in the extremely long history of animation series?).

I took a few photgraphs here and there, since even I could not resist from the sight of such perfect and fascinating displays, despite my relative inexperience and lack of knowledge on the series. Too bad I cannot, and probably will not upload any of them (It's a thing of mine, blogsite's policy). If it is still open though, and you happen to be in the area, make your way down to Compasspoint (I believe that is the name of the place in Singapore?).

Check out the huge Strike Freedom over there, and along with the gundam's version of the well-known story of the 'Thrre Kingdoms', and the sneak peeks of prototypes... Oh, just check everything there out.

Besides that, I also spotted a few interesting places, which I believe to be at the top floor of a building known as Plaza Singapura.

For one thing, there was a special outlet known as 'Toy Outpost', and I quite like their idea. It's very intriguing, and allows you to not only browse and purchase items, but also allow you to rent a display locker for as low as $1.95 a day (maybe $60 a month), with some conditions though, to display and sell your own interesting items.

Such items can be vintage and also the latest modern toys, collectibles such as trading cards and lighters and other things, though I might not know the limitations as I have never tried it myself.

Besides being a great place to find rare items, this idea lets you experience what it is like to be the boss of your own 'little business'. But why not let you drop by and experience these wonders for yourself?

If you happen to be there, there is another place that sells great (may actually working) guns, swords and amours of all kinds. I simply viewed them, since their price is kind of out of my reach. But, from what I had seen, they had not only really old specimens, but also really cool replicas of items you may have seen in animations and manga, or other media. This I have got to reccomend.

All in all, I have had quite an experience around these places. But, like I mentioned earlier, it might be worth your while to experience them for yourself.

Until then.

Chapter 42: Just a Couple of Thoughts

While walking around once, I crossed paths with two very playful children, running around. Seeing them coming, I did, of course, try to step aside, but unfortunately, clashed with the younger of the two instead, resulting in her tripping, and crying.

I know it was an accident, but I could not help but feel a little disappointed, that perhaps I might have made the choice of attempting to step away in a different direction. I could not help but think, that perhaps I was partially at fault.

I suppose I was, which I have to admit, but since I did not have any intention of wanting this unexpected event to happen, but instead chose to try to stop it from happening with the best of my judgements and actions at the time, would that mnake me a sinner? Maybe whether I am depends on the perspective from which it is portrayed.

I know this question does not have much significance for now... but it would be an added bonus to know the answer, as it does interest me a little.

That aside... these few days, I cannot help but wonder if some people are hopelessly selfish? Maybe it is simply my view from living around my fellow countrymen, and having little exposure to the rest of the world, so let us limit my views to say, majority of the people I have met at those times.

That said, my experiences have given me the impression that these people, including myself, deep down within, even if it be only a insignificantly small amount, are selfish thoughts.

After all... if I were to succumb entirely to this selfish part of me, I realised that my thoughts and views on life change. This next paragraph depicts these thoughts.

"I am only given one life, and in the end, am I not the only one who can look after it? Who is to say others would help me, if I were to do the same for them? No, the only trusted idea is that I would certainly be the only one who can look after myself in the end. Therefore, no good would come out of compassion. Let others help each other if they wish, I do not need to care at all. Even if the whole world dies off, what does it matter to me?"

But if I were to fully control my own mind, I obviously do not think this is entirely true. I know that we are all connected to this same world together, live and will die at the same place, and therefore, the key to surviving and building a truly enhanced life is to work together, and give care and compassion to each other.

But the point here is, no matter how many courtesy campaignes we hold, we do not strive to eliminate selfishness, but to supress it to desirable and helpful (of our current perspective, of course) levels.

That is about all, for now.

Chapter 41: And the End of the Journey...

A few days ago, I was playing a game for lesiure, trying to kill time during my 7 weeks of holidays. I had no big project, since I would only get promoted to year 2 the next semester.

But while my opponent was enjoying the fun of the game (while he was winning of course), and as he looked on to see if I found the same joy, I realised I might have been a little too serious.

At that time, others were enjoying the fun and amusement of the game, during the journey itself, and all I could think of with grim was finding a strategy to come back for a full victory. I felt the only was I could ever be happy was if the end of the journey was in my favour.

The same probably goes for everything else I have done. To put it simply, perhaps my attitude towards life needs to be adjusted. People say the journey is more important than the goal itself, which is a concept I have completely opposed...

Chapter 40: 3 Wishes? Why is 3 so special?

Have we not ever wanted three wishes to be fufilled in our lives? Well, I do. Three things I want the most.

Courage. The courage to stand up against my own fears and the nerve needed to come out of my safety lines. I want the courage so I can do what is needed for me to change my life for the better. I just want this courage so badly. It would be even better if I had this courage a long time ago.

Strength. The strength to overcome anything. Without power, what good are my thoughts and effort? I can just push forward with all the ideals, but without the strength, it is all worthless. I depise my lack of strength. It stops me from ever reaching the goal. No matter how much effort put in, I can never gain this true strength. I despise this weakness and I want the strength to overcome it so badly.

Foresight. The foresight needed to see beyond the metaphysical world. The ability to see the truth. I dislike wandering around, being blinded by false illusions. Wandering around so long. I want true sight.

Until then.

Chapter 39: Beneath the Surface

A long time ago, there existed a city that looked so clean. Well, at least it looked clean. They seemed to perfect, even foreigners and strangers respected it.

Hey, they have educational institutes of great reputation, and look after the citizen's health perfectly, for instance, discouraging smoking and heavily imposing tax on it.

But, shall we dig in a little further?

Take a certain well-know boy's secondary school for example. I believe that place has been said to be an excellent learning hub, being one of the best quality schools available.

But have we ever listened to the views of all the students within, and I mean all, not just choosing a selected few, or 'randomly picking' a few from a limited chosen group, or from students who happened to be conveniently nearby for questioning.

Funny how they had managed to hide articles of the school gangs, cowardly and unworthy teachers and principals, and silenced students.

Even their cheating in examinations is straightforward. Just a possibility, but I wonder if that is a great strategy for keeping up their school's academic reputation, where the teachers do not even do anything effective enough.

Not to mention the illegal dealing of drugs and cigarettes. Even the authorities are plain incompetent here.

In other words, this place is nothing but a paper house, the kinds you see at a chinese styled funeral. Looks good on the outside, but I am sure you can guess its strength and durability.

Is this world even worth caring for, and trusting? A person onced said that a few drops of oil does not mean the whole ocean is affected, but let me say something to this with all due respect. If we do not do anything, then the oil will simply spread, and than nothing will be left. Which is what we are doing.

If I am stopped from doing anything to help, due to their pathetic excuses and false pretences, than what?

Until then.

Chapter 38: And All the World's a Rage

Good day, as I pen down more of my thoughts for memory's sake (Although what good will it bring).

Maybe I am a bit of a pessimist, as some may put it, but somehow, I see this world as a place of hardship and chaos. In a way, hardship drives us forward if we respond correctly, but on the other hand, this test of responses and effects can wipe out millions into devastation. Whether it is worth it or not, I suppose it is all in the eye of the beholder, as is with almost anything, both truth and lies, in my opinion.

'Will you continues believing in a truth, if it is a lie?' is a question I deem ridiculous in it's sense. Even the topic of whether it is deemed ridiculous or not lies in the eye of the beholder. I do not think there is an absolute truth. I think what we see as the absolute truth, is a result of the culture and society we grew up around, and the government control over the media and land. Not that the effect is immediate, but it gradually grows in influence.

I cannot see the world to be simple, because I choose not to. I see it as a complex network, because I believe it to the truth in my own eyes. They say whether there are complexities depends on whether you see them, and I choose to believe that.

On the other hand, while I do have my own ideals, I understand and respect the ideals of others, and see no point in changing them, as it will do me no good, and I cannot take away this very part of them. Even if I remove the present, the past will always remain.

To me, everybody wants to find a place they can call their home, or their own world. They want a place where they can be happy, simple as that.

I want a place where I can be truly happy too.

But changing the world to our absolute needs and desires, is never the solution. If we do this, there will always be a winner, and a loser. At the end of each day, one side ends up weeping in defeat, while the other cheers in victory.

And in this way, nothing but chaos and rage fills me.

Perhaps, the way to true happiness, is to change our ownselves. Not completely until we lose our true identity and origin, but to an extent where we can acheive what we really want with disrupting our surroundings, including the people around us.

Maybe that is what I want to. Maybe that is what will make me happy. Finding a way to true harmony.

Until then.

Chapter 37: Just Listen

Another day, another post. Well, not really everyday, but these days I have a couple of thoughts I need to pen down so they will not be lost forever.

Sitting down, looking at my surroundings, I wonder. Do people really ever sit down just to listen, or just to think, even for a little while. How many of you actually take some time, using a hundred percent effort to think? Or even respect something enough to spare your brain cells for a while? It's not that hard, and it really benefits you.

It does not have to a complicated world issue, maybe just something you see, or a headline. Or better yet, what you say and what you do. How many of you simply spit out vulgar language without thinking through, just because you think it is the end of the world, and you suffered too harshly to even care? Have you ever given a thought before throwing food onto the ground? You may think it's tiring to think thnings through, but sooner or later, these behaviours develop into a habit, like a daily ritual.

Have you ever thought about your own self-respect? Do you really enjoy looking like a monkey while yelling or screaming, jumping up and down? It is true that apes have more chromosomes than humans, but, I do not really want to look like one, since I enjoy being a human.

Do you think others like it when you whine in your whining voice almost the whole day? Please, even if you do not want to respect yourself, which I can understand, at least pretend to for the sake of being considerate to others.

Open your eyes, listen with your ears, its kind of helpful. And the whole world does not revolve around you. Think about it. If everyone thought of themselves in that sense, than the whole world would spin out of control, into chaos.

Stop, think, listen, and smell the flowers.

Until then.

Chapter 36: The 'Impossible'

No one has ever achieve this for as long as I can remember, yet I am willing to go against 'fate' as well as the odds.

After all, I am no more than just one speck of protein in the whole universe that I have yet to see.

And even, then, after all that I have seen, what makes me think I have an actual chance of this?

I know I will not put up much of a fight, as seen from so many previous failures.

I know I do not have the strength nor the capability that others before me have.

All I have is myself, my desire to try, and my basic right as a challenger.

But I cannot even explain the reason to my own self. I just know that I have to. Maybe it is similar to how I know when one is lying or speaking the truth immediately?

Maybe so.

I never liked to talk, because I never saw the sense or logic of it. After all, it is enough so long as we can get the results and put in the efforts and actions, is it not? I guess that is just how I see it.

So, I suppose there is no longer any need for words now.

Until then.

Chapter 35: Standing Back

Well, it is the end of another usual uneventful week here. And from tomorrow on is my study break.

Also, it's just another one of the days where I feel the need to record my thoughts down before I forget them, like almost everything else after I am done with them. Which is usually everyday.

Okay, high time I stopped confusing everyone around with my long, seemingly meaniningless words.

And time I got straight to the point.

Ever since I do not know when (What useful details I provide), whenever people are in a tight spot, I used to believe standing back, and keeping my advice and hands to myself until they found the strength on their own to get back up onto their feet, was my way of respecting them, and the sheer way of making them learn something useful. Well, I am not that cruel, maybe until they really need help.

But the question is, when should I intervene, and stop waiting for them to find the strength they need on their own?

I know that I should do unto others what I want them to do for me, and that is exactly why. I want them to show the same respect for my self ability.

And people seem to reprimand me for this, calling me heartless.

Well, I have got to say that is not true, but I do think I may need to m ake a few changes, I will give that much credit.

Chapter 34: Higher... or Lower Purposes

I have never really believed in a God or almighty force surrounding the universe. I suppose it was because of my surroundings that I grew up around. Despite the fact that I went to a school that emphasised so much on the blessings of God. I guess I never found reason to, since most everything that happened did not seem like a work of his at that time, and all the mistakes I made seemed to compile up, and I quite seemed to know that it was all my fault.

But history seems to be repeating itself this time around. Once, there was a time when everything seemed to go wrong, and even if something good did happen, what ever came about later just crossed it out. Whenever I tried my best and went my furthest, it just was not good enough.

Things did lighten up for maybe two to three years, but at the end of it all, it began to slide down, and disappear. Sure, some futile struggling occured, for maybe two to three years, but that all died down, and I could not seem to gather anything more, and everything seemed numb, no matter how much I cried out within.

If there is a force controlling all around, I can pretty much guess what this means. It probably means he wants me to move on from what I am doing. But if there is still hope, I would very much like a sign. Just a simple one would do.

Enough of this tortured life though.

Moving on, I came to learn something these days. Everyone has a little darkness within, no matter how -holier-than-thou they pretend to be. Some just cannot controll this darkness. The most glaring of all is their pride and ignorance, a very potent mix. I also realised another thing. If they do not like being proven wrong, then there is no point in talking to them, the control tyrants who pretend to be angels in the sky.

Everyone thinks that they suffer the most, and deserve the most pity. They unconciously think the world revolves around them, like it or not. But have they ever opened their eyes? Have they ever seen and acted compassionately when others suffered as they are now?

Ignorance is a very dangerous thing.

Until then.

Chapter 33: Just So Tired

For the past few years, no matter what strategy or effort I put in, everything always seems impossible. I really think I exhausted every bit of strength left in me. Looking at my past dream, maybe I was aiming for something out of my reach and not something I am meant to do.

I have wasted at too much time just trying. Forget it. I can't even feel any energy left. It's all numb.

I also long for a change of pace. Maybe I should look for something else to work towards.

But whatever effort and experience from these years, will most likely continue to haunt me.

Chapter 32: The Return

First of all, I had seen better days, and just wanted to lay down for a while. But from now, I think I feel better. Do not get me wrong, I have not, and probably never will give up on anything. I just need a rest here and there.

Life is a priviledge, and also a journey which is shared and continued by everyone. Everyday, no matter what we do, or what is the outcome, we spend every second seeking the means to protect and enhance this gift. Our faith in this enables us to go beyond what our five senses can conquer, which I think is the closest to the term 'miracle'. We all have the best intentions in mind, but just are not doing it to what most people deem favourable. But the fact that we share the same goal is good enough for me.

Sure, that above paragraph may make you go, 'humph. Just another one of those talk-a-lot-of-holier-than-thou-self-righteous-but-hardly-any-action-or-truth-in-it sayings'. But, hey, I will be frank with you. That just does not matter to me. In the end, I will be taking my own beliefs to my final station in this journey of life, not yours, and in my opinion, I am free to change it, or let them remain the same. I might, however, listen and take action if you give your opinions in a reasonable and civilized manner.

That said, while spending the day, I came upon an interesting but familar topic on smoking. Yes, the very notorious and almost one-sided argument. But before you roll your eyes and either (a) speed read without caring or (b) exit from this website while judging this without taking your time to read, you may be wondering how this is related to the earlier paragraph.

Well, you see, as I mentioned earlier, we call have different opinions as free living beings, and I personally feel we should consider that of both non-smokers, smokers and by-standers. Extremism will only most likely lead to (a) More battles between parties (b) A nice outer front of a beautiful world of people with fake smiles and fake 'honor' .

On your left, ladies and gentlemen, we have the supporters of anti-smoking, or controlled smoking. From the various control systems or bans I have seen proposed, I highly doubt any of them would achieve true peace. Sure, we may get a cleaner environment, but all we will get are really angry and hostile feelings within smokers. Surely, there is a better way to respect each other and still acheive true peace? In fact, if not for this outcome, some people may become more aggresive in maintaining their wish to smoke anywhere they want. I am not sure about you people, but this is an outcome I certainly would not want.

On your right, we have those who support freedom of smoking. A common argument I have seen is, while people claim they want freedom to breath in fresh air, smokers have claimed they want to have freedom to smoke when and where they want, and others should give way to them. While I do support the part where everyone should be given a right to do what they wish to do, I do not think it is fair to suppress the rights of others. 'You do not like it when people smoke in front of you while you are walking to the fresh smelling park? Then walk in front!' is what some have said. 'You do not like the smoke here? Then go somewhere else!' is another phrase I have encountered, along with 'You do not want to breath in the smoke? Then hold your breath until then!'. But let me ask you people, by controlling the places, positions, and times to breath, are you being fair to their freedom?

Personally, in my own humble opinion as a normal inhabitant of this big world, I think, before we even come up with plans to control smoking, the EVERYONE has to do, is open their hearts wide, and try to understand our feelings, and the positions we are in. Why not try to walk before we try to fly? I do not think it is right to force people to think smoking is unhealthy, or that smoking is a perfectly healthy habit.

I hope we can build a better world for everyone. Until then, farewell.

Final Chapter: Final wish

Just writing so I can end this. The anguish of life. If I could alter reality... I would find the possibility where I never existed in the first place. Hey, at least it is less painful right? I believe the world splits into many possibilities... and if I believe enough in this particular one... perhaps I no longer would even have known of the pain of life.

Chapter 31: The Light Ahead

Welcome to a new chapter here at the tomeoftruth, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, or whatever you want to be addressed with.

You know, today, while I was struggling to wake up in the morning for school, I was thinking. And, yes, I do think. This evil propaganda plot disguised as a (almost, just of the lesser evil) harmless looking blogsite did not manifest by itself, mind you. What was I getting up to live another day for? What was it that made me feel alive?

While, the answer is this. Besides waking up so I can write a new chapter to devastatingly crush all readers beyond mental repair so I can brainwash an entire army of slaves to do my bidding, and please pretend you did not hear that, so get back to reading this harmless blog, I think the reason I feel so alive is because I have an ambition to work for.

That is the reason I am attending my classes with utmost determination and focus, the core within which why I do my homework diligently despite the fact that I am writing this chapter as an excuse to conivince myself that I have a right to avoid my work for now as a short break.

But... what that ambition is... I guess when I acheive it, I will let you guys know. As soon as I do not procastinate, and we all know the story about that one. Even if you do not, it is very likely that you will soon.

Well, until that illusionary day, I will be seeing you all for the next chapter.

Au Revoir!

Chapter 30: It's Alive!

A very good day to all viewers on the tome of truth blog, otherwise known as the living version of the underword, where many enter due to (almost) false advertising of an intense,e xciting vacation, while almost none leave with their sanity intact. So, count yourselves lucky, those who can still understand human words after reading this blog, as you have just hit the jack pot.

Moving on to the main dish of the dead, I mean, day, I have just completed on of my assignments which I think will be graded, fully explaining why I actually went ahead to work so hard for. I am, a very, but partially self-declared, gun pointing those to reason into agreeing with which doubles as an example, practical kind of blog writter.

And... anyway, after spending what seemed like a few millenia, but is actually just a few hours (exaggeratting, one of my hobbies, very relaxing, sided with a heart overdrive and a ice cold glass of panik attack), my proposal. But the topic is.........................................

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Confidential! Thank you very much!

I might, however, reveal my location on the day my creation has it's debut showtime. Might, emphasis on the might. Mainly depending on my procastination level of the day. Which is usually quite high. But there is a small chance. Believe me, please. I am a very turstworth person. Maybe capable of creating false evidence just for leisure. But really, I am harmless.

So... as we heard it. It's alive! This deadly document is finally alive! Capable of burning eyes which lie on it! It's alive!

Until then, readers, sleep tight, and good night. Yes, it ryhmes, doe it not? I like rhymes. A lot. Goodbye. You can go now. Shoo. Scramble.

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Chapter 29: The Gates To The Field Of Honour

Good day, fellow humans. Today, as we all know, partly due to my constant reminders, marked the start of a fresh, new semester. The gates to the battlefield finally open. The scent of the desire to fight for the sake of living is in the air.

Come, let us feast and indulge in these days of glory. The night is still young, and the winds bring forth soft, sweet whispers of victory and yet, raging, bitter yells of defeat.

Valhalla Hall descends on Earth, brilliantly standing against the vicious strike of the fiery sword held by an angel of battle.

Well, you get the point. From today, onwards, every day will be a battle to the ultimate goal. There can only be one left standing.

Chapter 28: Back... To The TomeOfTurthCave!

Hello, gentlemen. Yes, I have finally awakened from a millenia (fine, less than a month, I was exagerating) of slumber to feast on this rotting world again... And I call forth this meeting of evil. And since I am the only member of this board (T_T, it's not my fault that I fired everyone else for the pleasure of it), we can skip the roll call.

Well, I got my timetable some time ago... five year one semester one modules as I had transferred over last semester, and one year one elective, food culture. A couple of reasons why I chose this particular elective module do exist, being a very reasonable person myself. I shall not hesitate to show thee the way to heaven should anyone wish to insult this blog. I am a very, partly self-proclaimed, practical man.

First of all, I can hardly imagine myself writing an essay in a foreign language unless there are benefits, as in knowing new ways to verbally abuse someone without them knowing what I am talking about, giving me time to return to the tomeoftruth mobile before they put things together.

Secondly, I refuse to take an IT course and risk getting poor grades. My very laptop can be my greatest enemy sometimes.

Finally, my knowledge on food and nutrition and it's sciences might give me some edge in this module.

Hmm.... and now the days of glory are ending... the doors to the battle beckon... and with my tomeoftruth utility belt, and the latest technology in expensively modified suits with a ridiculous mask... I shall be unstoppable.... *Insert evil laugh* Also, I have my new lecture notes.

Until then, have a happy day, readers... for now.

Chapter 27: Uncertainty...

A big welcome to a sparkling new chapter of the tome of truth, dear guests. Well, only about two weeks counting down to the blasting of a new semester. I feel pumped up for the future that is to come... but baring in mind the powerful hurdles ahead, the stars that shone so bright upon the path to my goals just seem to dim, almost vanishing.

As does the fire within me. I just feel the curshing pressure of whether my best efforts will even be enough, while thinking of the great opposing power I felt before. The world is so large, and yet I feel so small. I do not know if I can make it, after witnessing such terrifying prowess.

But I do know this. All I have to hold onto, is the faith in whatever I have done so, the faith that my efforts will eventually lead me to the finishing line. That is all I have, a thin rope of faith. Just my beliefs. But when have I ever had any real beliefs in anything? I just have to try to keep this torch burning. And if I should burn out to a crisp, so be it. I do not really have much to lose. Just all that I have.

Until then, guys. My apologies if this sounds far more serious than my past entries, but I say this with all my heart. Oh, and when the new semester comes, I may not be posting much in this blog. And no, this is no april fool's joke. This will truly be my final stand.

Chapter 26: War Games...

Hello, dear readers, to a new segement of the tome of truth. Well, for one rare moment during these few holidays of mine, I went to Nanyang Polytechnic to meet up with a few classmates to try out some sports. And to clear your doubts, yes, I do excersise.

Well, we did some badminton and casually played soccer (This just means the rules were not applied, so as to make it sound good enough to save my face >_<).

While playing such sports, whenever I looked at professionals who were so specialised in their respective sports, one thought came to me.

I may not be able to hold a candle to them in such sports, but when the time comes, I must put in a lot more effort and strategise better in my work, just like they do in their work.

Heh. Well, I guess that last part does not really make any senses to any of you right? Ah, nevermind. That is probably true for most of whatever I write anyway. But, as guinea pigs of the tome of truth, I guess you do not mind putting up with whatever I do here. >: D

When the time comes, I know what I ought to do, and to me, that is enough.

But when the next chapter of the tome of truth comes, and like for every other chapter, most people do not know what they ought to do... head to the nearest shelter or quickly shut their computer down... although you might want to be prepared, for it willl not be long for when that time comes...

Until then, experiment subjects, er... I mean, readers.

Chapter 25: Looking Back...

Welcome, dear readers, to once again, a new chapter of the tome of truth. Well, remember the last time I mentioned the national education project? Okay, I guess that might have been a while, so let us have a recap.

To put this in basic form, in order to fulfil a certain requirement decreed by the grey men, I am told to create a documentary or representation of events in the past of Singapore, so as to learn and, to prove and certify that I am aware of the history of Singapore and how far it has brought us and the lessons we can learn, as a group project during the holidays, in which one of the first essential parts is to gather members from class which would be difficult to do so if not for MSN (The MicroSoft Network) Messenger program, handphones and emails (Okay... I guess it was not too bad) as a constructive activity which I would like the supervising lecturers to know that I find it very fun and interesting. (<------ NOTICE)

Actually, it really is kind of fun and interesting to learn about the past and the great things that do not exist today.

Well, back to the present, I went for another meeting today, and we settled the editing of the interview video (Which, trust me, is great entertainment, like watching a cantonese drama, but with actual solid content. I am going to ask for the RAW video later, if possible). And, we worked on the scenes and props, which meant mroe work for me to edit the script. >_<; But the highlight of the day, and to my horror, is that before I came to register the consequences in my mind, I already volunteered an area (the back area where a wooden door from the kitchen leads to the outside) as a place to hold a certain scene involving robbery. Speaking of robbery, since they were going to use fake knives, I am planning to edit the script to include a small slashing action, in which the robbed victim hurts her hand by using it to push the blade of the weapon aside as a natural defense machanism, just to add a little action. Originally, I would not have added that if we were to use real knives, for safety's sake.

Here, I went, sidetracking again. -.- Anyway, the reason why I volunteered is this. I told them that I would write the minutes for the meeting. But they were changing their mind and making so much discussion about where the scene of the robbery should be held, and since I thought the place I volunteered could look like what they were looking for, in order to help them find a conclusion, I automatically gave them a solution. Twenty-five percent within myself, I am hoping they will find the place unsuitable.

Well, now I have to get some cheap shorts and singlets to wear from an old market. And if I actually do wear a singlet for what has been a long time to come, that will probably be one of my most degrading moments. But, hey, the remaining seventy-five percent of me does see the bright and logical side, knows what that the right thing should be done, and will not mind a thing. Just as long as nobody else sees the video. Heh.

Until the next station of the tome of truth then, and no, do not get your hopes to high. I will not be posting the video of the play on this blog site. >_> And I shall still continue writing new chapters. Double bursts of bubbles.

Chapter 24: The End Of The Beginning...

Hey there folks. This is your captain speaking and we have arrived at a spanking, new chapter of the tome of truth. Now do not get your wings in a bundle and settle down, every polly will be given a complimentary cracker for sure, and drinks will be serve shortly. There will be a choice of rum and root beer, root beer and rum, or a not so delicate mixture of root beer and rum, all served with plain crackers. Those who wish to have a word with the staff will be gladly escorted to the plank, er... captain's cabin. Underwater. In the ocean. With vicous sharks swarming about. Sharks that are protected so do not even think of getting their fins.

Well, enough with this talk of sea faring thieves because as you can see I am merely wasting everyone's time and stalling while using fillers.

It is another sunday and I can just hear the usual rumbling of mahjong tiles from the friendliest, and most considerate neighbours I have ever encountered. Did I mention that these are some of the only neighbours I have so far?

Lately, I have been a little lost. No,not physically lost for once, which is quite a rare blessing actually. Sometimes, whenever I stare out of the window of a building, or just at my surroundings, I see all kinds of people in all walks of life. Office workers getting their meal break over with and rushing back to work, friends walking and talking together, elderly men and women strolling in the park, or people shopping. And then I tend to wonder. Is this what I will become in life? Just continuing this predictable cycle of life until the day I meet my maker? Is this all there is? If so, maybe I would not mind never existing in the first place.

Maybe it is just me, but somewhere within me, I wish something out of the odinary or something really interesting was there for me to do. No, not the usual 'go climb a high mountain' or 'go take a long trek'. I want to something that invigorates me and energizes me. Maybe an ambition that actually motivates me to get up early the next day to carry on.

Just maybe.

What do you guys think? Well, I guess I have been rambling about like a drunkard again. >.<>: D Until the next chapter then, and get some rest. Because you will need it.

Chapter 23: Time To Save The Earth (Good Luck, I'll Be Safe In My Escape Pod)

Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls and anything else you may call yourselves, to another segment of the tome of truth. As we all know, as a formality and as a symbol of unity, we have just celebrated earth hour, which is an hour that people have created an entire website just to promote it. Normally, I would say focussing on more efficient activities to save the environment would be a better use of time, but I suppose this 'earth hour' has it's merits, in which we can strenghten a better and more united army to get interested into saving the world. Also, I do not wish to be sued by the people who roganised this and those who would support it.

However, this is not the main topic of this chapter, and so let us move to another topic whereby there is a possiblity of being legally punished by a far more powerful and in my humble opinion, exceedingly scary organisation.

Moving on, esteemed readers, and eyes on the board, students, as I had spoke of more efficient environment saving activities, I would like to highlight the limiting of the number of cars per earthly owner. Now, let us take a certain country and government, who shall both remain unnamed for protective (*cough* of myself *cough*) purposes, they have promoted the option of increasing the COE (Certificate Of Entitlement). Sure, it has become more expensive and thus tougher to own cars, but here is the problem. Because of this, the richer a person is, the more cars he or she can afford. With this, cars have come to be known as symbols of status, particularly in financial terms. Thus, even small, but rich families can own cars, while the poor, who in some cases actually need the car for transport cannot afford one. The electric road tax (ERP) is not helping either. In fact, this is making the problem worse.

Just to show off their statuses, it is possible that some rich families may buy more cars than they need, mainly for the purpose of telling people, 'I can afford to own 12 ferraris, one for each month which I do not really need, so there, despite the fact that I am causing pollution problems to be worse and harming the environment more''. Okay, this may not be exactly true, but perhaps just a miniscule 95% inaccuracy.

In my opinion, I would say, that a good solution, and more practical one, would be to limit the number of cars per owner based on how big their family is and their tranbsport needs, including their careers, not how much money they can afford to waste on cars.

Would this not be better than switching off lights for one hour? Sure, this plan may take a long time to implement, but the results would be long term and great. This plan would be a good investment, and unlike that so called 'earth hour', with the major influence of the government, I am sure this is possible.

Well, look at the time. Almost time for me to switch off the lights for a good ten hours, perhaps equivalent to ten 'earth hours', and this even includes my own personal lights in my concious mind. Good day, and good night everyone. Until the next chapter of the tome of truth.

Chapter 22: A Climb From The Bottom... To Another Bottom?

Welcome to a new chapter of the tome of truth, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and whatever you call yourselves. Well, most of the school holidays are over, and from last count, and assuming my mathematics has not gone rusty despite the fact that I do not seem to be aware that odds of one to ten million of success in most things I charge is a clear sign that I should not although I kind of realise this when it is too late boy, and okay I am getting a little side tracked here so let us get back to the main point, there are approximately 3 weeks left before a new semester or stage begins again.

Not even a power up or a full recovory of hit points... why can life not be similar to a game of megaman (Yes, I actually find that game mind rottingly entertaining, and I like brain killing activities, and setting a good example for my peers). Getting constant 'game overs' feels especially satisfying and entertaining, trust me, very amusing indeed. Getting my floor-sitting bottom handed to me by a piece of artificial intelligence.

Speaking of bottoms and failures, ever notice how some people complain of ever hitting rock bottoms. Well, with all due respect (Heh, just a formality to avoid being sued for some reason I do not know, and yes, I am a little paranoid), I have a far different feeling.

For one (and only), I have never ever told myself or felt that I have reached rock bottom. Sure, I have reached a bottom, but one thing I will always know, is that somewhere out there, there are people suffering worse then me, and I would be dishonouring both myself and those people should I ever think I cannot get back up again, and even more so if I did not try.

That said, I may have not done as well as I would had wanted to, but that does not mean I will stop there. I just have to climb higher, even if it is to another 'rock bottom'. I am ready for when these holidays end.

And... I am also most certainly ready to write another new chapter for this blog. So do not get your hope up to me stopping just because I have gotten a new resolve. =_=

until then, rest well.... while you can ^^

Chapter 21: Food For Taught

Good day everyone. For today's special, is a miniscule piled serving of another chapter of the tome of truth with an overload of some kind of strange mystery sauce of danger to drown in on a wide plate of blogspot with a hint of corny, stomach pain inducing lines.

Anyway, on with the main course. Well, speaking of food which I seemed to have drilled in your head with just one paragraph (Hooray for a new record of squeezing propaganda into a few lines), I was doing some thinking about a certain type of food not everyone might be as familar with as you may think so. Vegetarian food. This just occured as a random side dish in my thoughts after a meal at a vegetarian food stall I often dine at with my father.

It's not just the way they seem to be able to make vegetable dishes appealing in both smell, looks and taste as well as serving, but rather, more into the way they are able to create mock meat dishes. After all, one of the few issues is to use soy bean protein to create a substance that is similar to meat (to sooth the minds of people, in my very own humble opinion, which makes me question their resolves) in terms of looks and texture, and most of all the high biological protein value. Soy bean protein is one of the few exceptions of most sources being meat.

Besides the wonders of this food technology, it is also the creativity of the dishes they make using it that piques my interest and wets my appetite for finding out more. Some people may say vegetarian food is boring, but that is not always the truth. In fact, I think the dishes they create, such as that tasty and convincing orange fish I ate earlier with a few helpings of rice and vegetables are works of art themselves, that reflect the abilities of the right side of the brain.

I sure wish someone could teach me how to do so. Hey, maybe I should pay a visit to the local library for recipe books.

Sadly, a vegetarian's lfie is not always easy. It is hard to find any pure vegetarian food for vegans. Hey, maybe one day I will manage to create a chain of vegetarian food stalls that will be true to it's name and be available to everyone in convenience at reasonable prices. Just maybe. Who knows? Maybe one of these random dreams of mine may actaully come true.

Until next time, keep on reading because the menu is a-changing.

Chapter 20: The Flipside...

Greetings, esteemed guests of this latest chapter of the tome of truth. Today, your gracious host, also the only one until I can hire some help and also after my latest plan to borrow some funds in secret (Just so you know, this will also remain a secret between us, ^^, hush hush you know, if you like to live as much as I do), will present another helping of today's main course, with cookies for dessert should you stay and continue to read. I always found cookies to be more effective than carrots to a donkey...

Well, lately, I have been thinking of the choices we make everyday. they say life is a game of choice, and I am going to be honest with you, and whether or not you accept my truth ultimately depends on you, not me. First of all, we have to realize, there are no such things as happy or sad endings in life. The one thing that matters is whether we are satisfied with the way we lived it. Whether we have done things as well as we would have wanted and with all the effort we could muster. For me, this is why I never want to forget and try to run away from the past. I try to make an effort to work my dark emotions and past events to generate success, instead of letting it trap me. For me, I do not really care where I would go when my life ends, even if heaven or the brimstones of fire do exist.

Every choice we make has a different result. Every coin has two sides. And each side can lead you to a different path in life. What I think would be the best thing to do, would be to consider what you want in life, not what emotions, logic, background or others wish, as it all really depends on you in the end. You get to push the big, red button. There is no right or wrong.

It's all in yourself that affects the choices you make. Do what you really think you want. Think of the ultimate goal and plan.

Until then, look forward to the next special. And, what cookies? oO Goodbye, closed for today.

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Chapter 19: Shadowing of The Glorious Past That Is Beyond Grasp...

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to another new chapter in the tome of truth. Remember when I said I had to do a National Education project some time ago and how I was bored out of my brains (Yes, I do have a brain. This evil blogsite did not manifest by itself. Although you might think I have a strange way of showing it) during these extra boring holidays of superb boredom, born out of the abyss of boredom. Well, you get the point. If not, too bad.

Moving on, and to answer your question, yes, I do work on my projects and assignments, although your high doubts might disagree. I did defeat one of my greatest enemies, procastination, amd am still celebrating this rare victory over juice. (What? Alcohol's expensive. And it causes liver damage, which I am not saying just to make me and my burnt wallet more comfortable and happy)

Well, I went over to one of my friend's grandparent's cosy home to interview them, and it just the stuff to cure my boredom. I learnt so much over there, and what a blast from the past it was. For example, back in those days, Singapore currency was so high in value that some families received only seven dollars and fifty cents as their monthly incomes. In fact, due to that, food and everyday items were quite cheap, including a very large serving of mee siam that may cost just 50 cents. Speaking of everyday items, the ones we consider today such as televisions, proper taps and electrical lamps were either non existent during their time, or so rare that they were expensive and hardly found.

Instead, people had to collect rations of water manually everyday. kerosene lamps formed some of the main sources of light, and it is not even as effective as the electrical ones we use commonly without a thought. 'Black and white' televisons were rare in those times, not to mention colour ones, and even then, only some families could afford them. Young children used to watch outside the windows of the homes of those people. Other than that, they used traditional games such as hand made five stones for amusements.

Families often helped each other, for example, through shopping together and sharing resources such as rice, unlike today which is seldom.

Times have certainly changed, but it makes you think, are such cahnges for better, or for worse. I guess it is a mixture of both. The past sure gives you a lot to chew on, and also a lot to appreciate the luxuries we have today, but also miss what is missing.

Maybe it is time I tried talking to my grandparents. hey, you never know, I may just learn new things from the past that we can build the future upon... better for me for sure... but better for the humanity... well, we will just have to find out about it... in the future, where it may then be too late to do anything, that is... heh. >: D

- And thus, A Dark, Omnimous Cloud Appears-

Well, until next time, then. Keep on reading, and remember, this blog is a non-profitable *cough* (I hope they believe me) *cough* one.

Chapter 18: Monday Blues... at least for the others =P

A very good day to everyone here at a new segment of the tome of truth blogsite. As is with every chapter, and, no, this is not due to a lack of funds to hire other writers or moderators, this is your main (and probably only) host to bring your daily ramble when you could be doing something useful to excercise your brain instead of letting it (and your previously good reading eyes) here.

Well, nothing much has been happening to me, and I guess that is in a good way... Since most of the other people in the world today are probably slugging it out while sinking into the good (?) ol' monday blues, especially for students whose vacation has come to a sad end. >: D

Well, it is not as if I have never experienced the monday blues. In fact, I have, just like most humans of earth who have a life... Misery does love company after all.

Ah... mulling over a cup of coffee where the hot steam rises up just like how the great, extremely dearly missed weekends and holidays end... faces in textbooks, lecture notes, in front of computers and laptops, and grumbling both externally and internally (not that I would like to hear those).

Well, there is one thing to look forward. At least it is just 120 hours away from the weekend.

I guess going back to work is not a bad thing. After all, from what I think, it is better to stop delaying the inevitable, get our lazy bottoms out before they metamorph into that of couch potatoes (However, I do love potatoes for it's various forms and nutritional value, but that is another story ^^ ), and we get too lethargic.

I have always believed in progress and never wasting time, and always will. But, well, sometimes we all need short breaks, and it takes a lot of time (believe me, I know) and discipline to get used to getting back to work. Ah..procatination, one of my biggest mortal foes.

Well, until next time, keep on working, and keep on reading.

Logging off... (Okay, that was a horrible signature for this chapter, so sue me >.<)

Chapter 17: Give Me A Sunday And I'll Show You A Sundae, Anyway, Anyday (Hey, I Just Rhymed)...

Good day, dear readers. Well, for those living in areas around Singapore, perhaps Thailand or Malaysia, where the sun shines it's everloving, everskin-searing, everwater-drying, everintense, well, you get the point... harsh but caring rays on us all, an especially happy sunny sunday to you all. Although, I would not mind trading this day in for a sundae. At least it is edible and may be worth some money, two properties which can help me survive each day. >.<

Ah... sundays... waiting for the day to end, crowded supermarkets, the feeling of waiting for monday blues (tastes just like waiting for doomsday or a ship to sink, I assure you), and 'pleasant' sounds of scrambling mahjong tiles from 'considerate' neighbours.... But really, Iwelcome this 'music'. I'm an optimist, seeing the glass to be empty after I drain it of it's contents..etc. And I certainly know a better alternative to their 'fantastic' karaoke singing when I hear one, or more specifically, get tormented by one. Oh, but nothing compares to lion dances in the morning. Especially if you live just across it.

I guess I am a little grouchy, huh? x_X

Moving on... have any of you ever noticed how interesting how conceited humans can be? I mean, I am not complaining, but rather, thinking about the arrogant aspects of human nature.

For one, we always consider ourselves to be superior to other living creatures, just because we seem to have more intelligience and developed technologies. We seem to put ourselves to be above others. For example, when we say 'animals', do we usually refer to ourselves. Let's be honest. Scientifically speaking, we know humans are animals as well, but how about casually? And keeping 'animals' in cages for amsuement and observations is A-OK but caging humans is insane? Some may stress that animals are not as mature and self-controlled as humans. Have you seen gorilla communities in your lives? Do most animals attack or do unreasonable things unless provoked? And what is our definition of civilized? Is our way of civilization the best and only one? Does it overrule the ways other animals lead their lives? Alright, so we think we are protecting them from poachers and such. But by doing this, is one of the ways of nature not about the survival of the fittest?

I am quite sure developed technologies should not be the only way to measure how superior a species is as well. Is the way of humans THE way?

Look at us. Look at the destruction we have caused to our homes, both natural and in terms of destroying other civilizations and societies just because of our inability to accept others. Does it always have to be, 'If you're not with us, you're against us' ?

We spend days in history class memorizing dates and places. But do we truly learn and remember the lessons learnt? Do we truly use the past and failures to produce a brighter future of successes?

Hmm... perhaps we do have a long way to go after all... and I have too many questiosn unanswered...

Until then, pleasant sundays everyone.

Chapter 16: Land Ho!

Hello, readers of the tome of truth. Yes, that is true. I am finally back from the my lovely 'outdoors' trip spent in a resort in Malaysia where I could have done the same things back at Singapore. But I guess there is one thing that I just cannot replicate in Singapore that I experienced in Malaysia and anywhere I go with my family. No, it is not family love. No matter where I am, so long as my family is within me, or even physically around, that will always exist. Even if I were to lose my memories about them, this special key will always exist, whether they are remembered or not. It does exist, and that is the ultimate truth that not even the passage of time or reality can erase.

It is the ability to explore different places together as one that I had experienced. And I really appreciate that.

But with that aside, I have been thinking of rising up to go against the tide even though the odds seem to be against me. If anything, I want to know that I have lived my life with full satisfaction, and that means knowing that I did all I could, whether I fail or not. I do not care about the goal or benefits, for those are simply bonuses. I care about the means I used to get to them.

True, I often faced many defeats, but who cares? I certainly do not care whether about the prize at the end of the finish line or, my greed or fear. Life is a journey of one's own, and I will do it my way.

Now I certainly feel a little embarassed about spilling my thoughts so freely. >.< But I guess that is what a blog should be for. I feel better and as though a heavy load's been taken off. To be honest, I will have to confess to you guys, and I will have to apologize.

Well, I have not really been putting much into my posts, even in my very first ones. I guess one of the worst aspects of me, is that I never really show people the truth. How ironic. Despite writing the tome of truth, all I have been writing is a half truth. Many of you may find my writing a little... well to quote from 'someone' , dark, and brooding.

But this is just a small part of what I really feel. I guess I'm not really fit to write this blog. All my life, I have never really said what I truly want to, not even to my close friends, or my parents at all. I always wish to, but I just seem to hesitate at the last minute. Whenever I feel set back by a small defeat, and I try to get back on my feet, or I feel really upset, I just do not like to reveal it to my surroundings. Now that I think of it, I always had an excuse for not chatting with my parents or friends about this. 'Oh, this is such a small matter, and personal too. I'll sound like a wimpering weakling if I blabbed about it. Besides, I can handle this on my own.'

But in a way, I have to ask for an apology from everyone around me, including you people, the esteemed readers of the tome of truth from not actually telling the whole truth, giving only half of what you should get. I guess my pride got in the way.

I will try to write what the readers really deserve.

Chapter 15: Rising Above The Skies

Good day, guys. As you heard from my previous post in one swift line, I did say I was disappointed. Well, I guess I'll have to try to pick myself up, and I hope to do so soon.

Anyway, I'll be away for the next two days at Malaysia, so hopefully I will not meet up with any dangers of any sort, and make it back to write new segments here. Although I may miss a few posts just in case there is no wireless networks there, do not worry, fat chance that this blog will give up on it's relentless assault, fo to make up for it, I shall bring about new developments to the blogsite.

Yes, I know all my victims look forward to it, and yes, I recognise those groans of happiness and anticipation... until then, see you.

Chapter 14: Disappointment.

Gd day readers, I'm actually quite disappointed. GPA 3.0 only..? huh...

Chapter 13: The Night Before The Day Of Beckoning...

Good day folks, yes, you heard right, tomorrow's the day of judgement. Ragnarok, the end of the world, the perfect storm, if you please.

Well, I really feel kind of nervous waiting for the results. So, as the hero waits for the final conclusion, I really hope his sidekicks (that means you guys) will support him... I'll let you guys hear the results tomorrow.

Until then, see you soon. And may the hero live to fight another day... and also, may the author live to write another blog post.... *gulp*

Chapter 12: Exhaustion...

Good day readers, and well, boy, I could almost say good night. What a day I had, spending the whole morning and afternoon attending a event at a place as far away and as disclosed (what were the organisers thinking??) somewhere in the middle of an almost deserted city... alright, it was at city hall. On a Sunday. I may... fine, I was exaggerating. =_=

To add to that, I spent a fine afternoon having junk food sold by vending machines and the booths there for lunch... The dinner at home was a big welcome compared to this. But I did not have much of a choice... not many places nearby to go to.

As for the delightful (?) dessert, smashing through the bad MRT (Mass rapid Transit) and Bus services.

Thank goodness I had time on my hands to think about writing for this blog to torment people, passing my time away smoothly. ^^

Well, that is all for today... and it's time to dream of better developments to this weapon of a blog...
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P.S This was an account of yesterday's events, due to exhaustion at the time, and blissful sleep.

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By the way: Congrats on passing through 13 posts of torture....

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Chapter 11: And When The Dust Settles...

A very good day to everyone here on the tome of truth. It is time for another new exciting (here's your cue to nodd your heads unless you like sleeping with the fishes >:/) segment of the tome of truth.

Sigh... these days, only a few things have been on my mind lately... coming up with new ways to torment the readers of this blog site... and the results of my recent semestral examinations. Well, I guess there really is not much to do except to watch and wait... and prepare every kind of good luck charm available... and to pray for blessings... and to undergo the process known as 'curry favouring' by misguided souls... and to prepare a will... and to try various ways of twisting the result database to a much more pleasant form... I'm just kidding on that one, guys.

Lecturers, especially those who suspect the database to be somewhat strange, please refer to the latter statement, because I am definitely innocent and certainly, with one hundred percent confidence, positively did not maniupulate it at all.

Please trust me, thank you, for I am most certainly with great accuracy (see that halo above my head, it's made out of environment friendly materials), very, very innocent. Please trust me. Thank you. ^^

P.S No hard feelings what so ever of whatever you may or may not have seen me done, not that I have done anything. Also, did I mention you guys look espceially dignified today, maybe enough to help change a few records? *hint hint*

Well, with that out of the way, I hope that time and luck, and just about everything including the readers here (if you know what's good for you) will gladly support me.

Until next time, let us hope that all will work out in the end. Stay tuned for the next segment of the tome of (almost) truth.

Chapter 10: A New Foe?!

Greetings, my forcefully delighted readers. As of the title, you heard right. Out of the abyss, another foolish mortal wishes to oppose me... A new foe has arrived, and his / ??? / her name is... boredom. I know, usually, when the holidays arrived, most people are have the same feelings of slaves being released from a somewhat seemingly unending abyss.

You all know that kind of feeling right? 'No more books, No more pencils (or pens, or mechanical penicils, or crayons, or carved stone tools, depending on what level of education you are talking about)' , the sweet scent of fresh freedom beating ever so freely in the sweet scented air that is free for all to inhale in a sweet, free kind of way... Well, you get the point, besides the suspicions of my having a limited vocabulary here.

Well, not me. Not at all. You heard me. I actually hate holidays. Well, hate is kind of a strong word... so, let me rephrase that. I despised the holidays in any of it's fiendish forms with all my might and whatever is left of my soul. Yes, that is better. ^^

Let me see how I can express my boredom and the packaged, air-tight, specially imported agony that comes with it to you. You know how younger children have a knack and desire to bite anything in their sight, or in target range of their baby teeth? Or how vampires (no, hardcore twilight fans, stay far, far away from me before I lose enough control to let loose my desire to stake you all with sharpened wooden crucifixes and spray garlic-induced mace that I like to keep in my pocket for perfectly good reasons) love to hunt to satisfy their blood thirst?

Hmm... that kind of desire happens to me, in the case of wanting to do something unusual and disturbing, with a pinch of occasional explosions, which I can normally get away with in school. Er... any of my esteemed lecturers or discipline masters, or security guards (actually, nah, scratch them, I do not really care about what they see anyway), kindly look away from here and towards the next paragraph censored for your viewing pleasure.

Truth is, I kind of like school. At least it's quiet and there's something constructive to do there. I am not really that into part time jobs, I mean, sure the extra money's good, but I just cannot seem to find interesting or productive jobs to do. And, I do not really have any CCAs, at least not until the next semester reopens.

Sigh... well, I hope I can actually find something interesting to do... I mean, sure it is not too bad having more time to torture you guys using this blogsite, and experimenting on food... but every young, evil mind needs something new. I guess I might wish to visit the national library. I sort of like it there with it's huge collection of books and lovely selection people to terrorize. It is like a buffet except fro free, mind you. Of course, I was referring to the latter. I might even get new ideas for this blogsite.

Until then, I hope you guys look forward to more developments of this blog... those groans of joy are really lovely to hear and enjoy.

... Did I mention I learnt a new trick? You know, the exploding trick from the book, 'Mission Impossible'. The one that involves a movie tape and a countdown? Well, researching on integrating this technology with blogsites, although, instead of a small explosion, it may, oh, who am I kidding here? It will, with one hundred percent accuracy, release an interesting virus that loves to feed on C-Drives of those foolish enough to access this blogsite.

That is what you get when a malicious blog author reads too many books and has way too much time on his hands. I might miss you guys though, you did make the best victims ever... but there is always space for new blood to shed. Good night, sweet princes, princesses, dukes, mornaches, queens, kings, barons, baronesses, kings-in-waiting, whatever you may be. See you!

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Chapter 9: To Be True To One's Homeland

Hello, my much obliged readers. This is your captain on the flight to the brink of insanity speaking. Today, I have a real treat for the tome of truth, depending on how you see it, and whether you love torture by words of course. That is right, folks, the tome of truth is proud to present... *drumroll please*... more ranting from me as a citizen of Singaporean.

I shall set a good example on how the internet should be used by Singaporeans from my point of view, that is, complaining about anything I like on A: Forums, B: Blogsites or livejournals, and the most recommended, C: The fairly Well-known 'Stomp' Forums, whereby vouchers for a good complaining (again, this is in my own opinion, do not take my word for it) in a good ol' Singaporean fashion.

Today, I shall be choosing option B, as an example for future generations to follow, and thus fulfill my part as a truly loyal, right down to the very bones, Singaporean.

And, 1, 2, 3, here we go! ^^

Have you ever noticed how some places in Singapore, whereby certain people who shall remain unnamed seem to love putting on airs simply because they have a bit of authority, and have a knack for making a fuss over petty matters and slight breaches of rules that are not even as significant as other stuff they should be getting their lazy bottoms out of their big, fat desks to work on?

Let us state an example. I do not know why, but for some reason, this manager of a certain transport station using a certain CCTV camera to spot me, picked me to inspect my bag which actually turns out to have nothing but writing materials and a heavy looking laptop. The old man even had to ask if that was a laptop. How tempted I was to say it was a special waffle-making machine with special gadgets, just to irritate him. First of all, anything can be used as a weapon if you know how. pencils and pens can be used for stabbing, laptops can be used to bludgeon people. For another thing, if I were leaving the station, why in the whole of this universe would I still have the weapon with me? Seriously, do these people have brains that are in proper working order?

Can they not be looking for real dangers?

Another thing. Some people tend to be so greedy for money and anything they can get their hands on, very immature, and very short sighted. They cannot seem to plan for the future, have better manners, and understand what matters most. All they care for is themselves and their loved ones. Sure, I admit I may be a little like that, but at least I am trying my best to improve, at least I am trying to be a better person.

Also, blah blah blah, complain blah blah, rant blah, blah, blah blah blah lousy blah, compalin some more blah. blah blah complain a whole lot more blah.

Okay, that will be enough for today, and for once I shall spare the readers from more agony.
Thus, once again, I have proven myself to be a true to the core Singaporean. Thank you very much. ^^

Please look forward, unless you like holes smelling of gunfire, to the next installment. Until then, good day, hello, and goodbye.

Chapter 8: As The Stomach, Soul, And a Whole Load Of Other Digestive Organs That May Make You Lose Your Appetite Upon Hearing Them Groans For Food...

Greetings, esteemed guests of the tome of truth blogsite. Today's main course shall be served shortly in a slightly less disturbing manner than I would usually present it (and any other things that are sure to scare anyone) so as to reserve the fun of seeing people lose their appetites upon consuming the food that almost seems to have come from the kitchen of the netherworld.

That is right, your gracious host and author of this horror of a tome, has found an excellent (at least for me) way to spend his holidays... Experimenting on food...heheheh. My apologies, I just have a habit of laughing for nothing... (foolish people, soon, I shall conquer both the world of literature and the world of culinary delights, which shall be renamed the world of culinary abominations).

Anyway, it is finally alive... today's victim, er... subject... Instant noodles.

Sure, people may say it is not very nutritious and it does have it's weaknesses, but let us take a closer look at the subject, as we dissect it in an evil manner.

Let us note the strengths of instant noodles, and why they have survived the market. They are convenient, and you do not have to take the trouble of cooking a long meal or going out to get food. They also come in a variety of flavours to choose from, for example, seafood, chicken and even laksa, a Singaporean favourite.

They take little time to prepare and often only require water to prepare it just to get the basic noodles.

They are also easily available at plenty of convenient shopping areas such as supermarkets and provision stores, and at a reasonable price too, sometimes sold in bulk and packages.

Now, it is time to address the concerns of our dear consumers. First up, sure, it is true that some brands contain MSG (Monsodium glutamate) which is not very beneficial for the body, especially if you like to live a healthy, happy life. However, times have changed, and there are many well known brands that do not sell noodles with it. In fact, they guarantee it and you can even complain about it if it does like most people I know do, who shall remain unnamed for the sake of preserving this blogsite from certain people who may sue me just as others may have been. This is what forums and livejournals are for, in my own opinion of course.

Next, it is often thought that instant noodles are not nutritious. Not true. You can always add chopped vegetables, meat and even eggs to them. All in all, folks, instant noodles can be a wholesome meal. But I would advise you to eat fresh food more often and avoid instant food unelss you really have to.

This the self proclaimed expert author and now deranged researcher on food, signing off.

Chapter 7: Wandering In Search Of Quiet Sanctuary

Good day, dear unwilling, avid readers... ever since I have been given some holidays... I just do not know what to do except to continue typing this cleverly diguised weapon to rot the brains of anyone foolish enough to believe it to be a pleasant, innocent blogsite... =(

I just cannot find the motivation to do anything except the N.E project that I am obliged to do (grudgingly, since it does not involve anything to do with spreading my evil influence, and to top it all off, does not involve explosions, or anything that happens in a disturbing manner, with me at the giving end with a happy grin).

Either way, I guess, until I can find the motivation or the right goals in mind, I just need to rest a little... I truly wish there was somewhere quiet and peaceful, perhaps with fresh, pleasant greenery to rest for a while, but I guess that is impossible in the mostly concrete and steel (in my opinion) environment of Singapore. Er... I mean, no, I have not been going soft. I am definitely a very evil and nasty guy who wishes to use this blog as an instrument of destruction against the young minds of people everywhere.

Well, it is getting late... and so little time, so many people to manipulate. ^^

Until next time. carry on reading (or else ^^).

Chapter 6: Escape From The Unending Abyss

Good evening, folks. Before I began talking about bringing the blog back, let us take a short trip down the road that no one wishes to go back to again, although you probably have no choice because of how persuasive I am, so there. Anyway, previously on the tome of truth, I did say that this blog would be discontinued, but, well... you wish.

So, as of today, this blog shall now be reopened. Yes, I know you guys appreciate having your young, fresh (not for long though) minds subjected to the somewhat endless torment of this blog's evil words.

Well, the truth is, I have been doing a lot of thinking nowadays. And to answer your skeptic looks and thoughts, yes, I do think. Who did you think was the mastermind of this journal? And, yes, I built this blog in such a fashion all on purpose. Every. Single. Line.

Have you ever wondered about what meaning life has for those whom it has been bestowed upon? (Hunters for people to influence to religions, back off, I am a free thinker in my own right) Well, I mean, think about it. Everyday, we slug it out, earning money and such, making friends and establishing bonds, just so we can create a better life for everyone.

But when the time comes, eventually, everyone dies and all that we worked for is lost. even those who still live on eventually die and whatever we worked for becomes meaningless, and so on. And thus the cycle continues. And let say there is such a thing as rebirth. Even than, why are we reborn again to go through such a seemingly endless cycle?

If nothing else, if there is no meaning to life other than this cycle that seems to hold no purpose, why not abolish the very gift of life? Why, would it not be better if nothing existed at all? Let us factor in the 'crimes and sins' that we try to avoid or correct. Had nothing existed, would such sins or crimes have either?

I wonder, what is the point of anything existing at all?

Well, enough of my meaningless 'ranting'. Until then, see you, and keep watching the tome of truth, to which many more posts are to come. Yes, I know, those are definitely groans of happiness I hear.