What you should learnt from this lesson:

Imagine folks love to drop these on me:
‘We are having so much fun here~ too bad you ain’t here.”
“Why do you have to go to school?? You just waste money and your time lah~”

The one that makes me smile:
“We all miss you so much leh…. Please come back, faster!”

The cold hard truth is that I am beginning to regret taking up an overseas bachelor course. Several unjust incidents with the School’s system and perceptions disillusioned and disheartened any motivating gust I have within. I have labelled them as ‘Horror stories’ which have reinforced that racial prejudice is much alive everywhere and Singapore’s work efficiency is still the best.

Nevertheless, my time in Australia is not exactly wasted. There are positive developments in my life and character-building. By the influence of Roomie, I pick up beading as my hobby- the only hobby I have in my entire life. I learnt to cook better and strived hard to be a better Griller than Roomie. Her patience is something I don’t possess. My grilled chickens always turn out to be African relatives to hers. She got me hooked on CSI, the TV series, which I found myself fatally addicted to it now. Now, with the vigour of a crime scene investigator, I analyse and rationalise every single occurrence, encounter, and moment of my daily life.

I read more news than ever- comparing to reading 8 Days as my only bible of current news in Singapore. Although the news I read are more of personal interests like celebrity gossips, strange happening, crimes and world of animals, there are also increased interest in the tourism industry which I can spend the whole afternoon, browsing the e-newsletter from Travel Weekly. I am not saying I have attained wisdom- in fact; I’m like a new-born baby who just gets to know the world. And with the new wakening awareness of the world, I found myself, tiny, on the enormous magnitude of the Universe. The world is not about me or you. Whatever terrible ordeals that we went though, are in reality, trivial in scale to whatever happening around.

This brought me to the heart-wrenching consciousness of the Holocaust. I sobbed when I listened to the horrifying stories of the survivors on the Oprah Show. I showed my heartfelt appreciation with tears as I watched the movie ‘Miracle by Midnight’. It was inspired by true events- where people in Denmark helped the Jews to escape, despite the fatal price they have to pay if caught by the Nazis.

Not forgetting, that Roman Catholic priest, Oliver O’Grady. That son of the b***h. That f***king paedophile just further augment my lack of faith in Religion. Arm of God that raped and sodomised his followers. He was convicted a tad too late with a punishment too light.


I have heard enough of ‘GOD SAID YOU SHALL…….’. Why should we trust the Man’s interpretation of God?? Where, the mind of Man, is the most treacherous weapon in the entire Universe? How did the Church react when they knew about their priests and the perverted games? They washed, covered and powdered those abusers' asses. How inspiring is that- such a strong sense of Brotherhood displayed. I wondered~ why the heck are they preaching against homosexuals- when they can’t wait to hold those young boys in their arms themselves?

This irked me bloody much to know that people get so blinded with the notion of religion that they place all their life and hopes on a fellow human. The blind sheep that flocked devotedly to a lost shepherd deserved no pity.

Face it. There are flaws in religion beliefs. We don’t need a Man-God. The only true God lives in your heart. Listen to what He has to say… not he.