Ok finally a liitle activity.
There was an earthquake in Sumatra last night. Steven felt it and he thought it was his high blood pressure acting up. Then he saw the window blinds rattling and thoght that his blood pressure was really going bonkers. I felt it too. I was reading in bed when I felt the bed move like somebody had bounced at the other end. My first thought was GHOST! Then I thought maybe earthquake and stood on the floor to see if it moved too. And it did. So yep, no ghost. According to quite a few ancient texts and carvings, this age that we live in will be destroyed by earthquakes. Maybe I should study geology. Siesmologists will be more and more in demand and the earthquakes continue unabated.

In the afternoon, I went to steven and mummy's office to use the laserjet printer. I like. I hugged the nice big printer cos I was so happy with the beautiful prints it produced.

Then I went with steven and mummy to far east plaza to view some shops. they're thinking of investing in some shops at various places. 77th street on the third floor is actually two shop spaces owned by seperate owners. On owner is selling and i was amused at the idea that steven might actually buy it and be the landlord of half of the shop. it's sellling at 1.3million. steep steep price. did you know that the 77th street people pay about 7000 per month for rental of half their shop space? and some of the hair salons pay 5000-6000? Just imagine how much hair they have to cut each month to cover total fixed cost. haha

More lists as I comtinue to be bored.

Top 10 things I would buy if I was filthy rich
-A jet plane. To fly anytime, anywhere.
-Lambourghini. Super sexy car that turns heads everywhere
-Laptop for my cousin who need one buy can't really aford it.
-iPod mini for Adela because I promised
-Professional drumset. To rock the whole block.
-Swords. Lots and lots of them.
-Apple, the company. I believe there is a lot of money in there.
-A mansion home in Finland. It's nice and cold and the Aurora Borealis can be seen from there. Also, there's plenty of Salmon to eat.
-A huge floor to ceiling bookshelf with a wooden ladder on wheels that can slide along it.
-A satellite station. To broadcast propaganda all over the world.

Top 5 things to do if I was filthy rich
-Bribe governents of the world to switch to renewable energy.
-Get celebrities to promote environment awareness on my satellite station.
-Bribe Osama to "take care" of Bush
-Offer a large reward for anybody who can cure my granny's cancer
-Get an assassin team to "take out" paedophiles because they're really sick

Easter Sunday and boring days continue.
I will try to alleviate my boredom by making some lists. If you are interested enough in my life, you cam read on. If not, you would be far better off trying to levitate.

List1
A-list friends (the very, very best)

The Family comprising
"shan shan
-yi jun
-yi wen
-liling
-grace
-belle
-sihan"
-christabelle
-xinying, the only A-lister i met in jc
-huang lao shi, my primary school chinese teacher

B-list friends (people I sincerely like and care about but am not very close to or don't know that well)
-sancia
-jason
-miss wong, my jc literature teacher
-shama, my junior from stajeworks
-daniel, another junior from stajeworks

List2
people i would love to be with alone with. Preferably in a locked room with no windows and a baseball bat in my hands.

animal abusers
environment killers
George Bush
malicious gossips
sexists (of both sexes)


If you have any ideas for a new list you want me to make, pls let me know. if you think you should be on one of the lists, pls also let me know and i will let you know if you deserve to be on it.

Since there is nothing much to write about my life now, I shall treat dear readers to some serious rambling and drivel.

*For those who aren't into religion, you can ignore this or just read it for a bit of boredom, If you find the heaven, hell and Almightly God stuff hard to buy into, you can treat it as fiction.

Right now, it is 12.15am on the Saturday before Easter. If I remember correctly, it's called Holy Saturday. I'm a Roman Catholic who doesn't attend Church. Should I be damned? For those of you who know about the Catholic faith, you'll know that it is against abortion, suicide, divorce and homosexual behaviour among a host of other things. Personally, I am can't agree with a lot of the Church's teachings without lying. It's alright to not like homosexuals and not agree with people who abort pregnancies but who gave them the authority to tell these people they are eternally damned?

So, continuing in the same vein, we will look at the guy called Judas Iscariot. For those who know the bible stories, Judas was the disciple of Jesus who betrayed him to the guys who whacked him onto the cross to die. He received 30 pieces of silver for his trouble (a small amount). After that, he felt bad and hanged himself.

Throughout the centuries, Christains everywhere have condemned Iscariot and branded him The Wickedest Man Ever. He was a traitor and a suicide and therefore a straightforward case of damned with no hope of redemption. Ask any Christain about Judas and they will probably tell you that he was THE bad guy. (Search the bible and you won't find any information on whether or not Judas's soul was cast into hell)

However, I have a problem with the idea of Judas being damned. I think he was a necessary tool used by Almighty to fulfil the promise that Jesus would die for our sins. In all sorts of stories, from fairytales to Dan Brownian thrillers, you have bad guys and heroes. If you think about it, heroes cannot be heroes without bad guys. Without the Dragon, who would have remembered St. George? Without the Saruman and Sauron, who would have remembered Gandalf and gang?

I wonder if Judas really had a choice in the matter? Due the the matter of God being almighty, and Judas being his chosen "means" of setting off the whole chain of events leading to Jesus being whacked on the cross, Judas couldn't have possibly not betrayed Jesus.

Imagine this: You pick up a coin. Then, ask yourself why you picked up the coin. Probably because you felt like picking it up. Then ask why you felt like picking it up. Now, if you believe in the Almighty and His ineffable plan, you would know that you picked it up because you felt like picking it up because He wanted you to feel like picking it up. And now the million-dollar question: Would you have picked it up if Almighty hadn't made you want to? Apply the same logic (if you see any) to the case of the Judas guy who betrayed Jesus and ask if he would have done so if God hadn't planned for him to.

That Christ would die for the sins of people was planned way before either Christ or Judas was born. One was destined to be betrayed and the other to betray. Even if he hadn't wanted to, Judas was doomed to betray Christ. But then again, he definitely would have wanted to. (because of the Almighty *see above) In other words, no Judas equals no Christ on the cross equals no blood of the Son of God to wash away our sins. Jesus himself chose Judas as his disciple and he knew he would be betrayed.

Whew! and there you have it. My view on the issue of Judas the Traitor. Please realise, I am not criticizing God and Son. People say Judas was damned. Church guys say suicides, divorcees and gays go to the hot place. But Jesus said, "Love" and he loved everybody.

I hear people qouting bible phrases to "back up" their own opinions, phrases and paragraphs taken out of context. They used to damn "witches". Now, they damn abortion doctors. Every age needs it's bad guys. People to be loooked down upon and cast aside. How will you know what to think if the priest says gays belong to the devil and then reminds you that Jesus said to Love you neighbour and that according to the bible we should treat others in the way we wish others to treat us? This world is full of voices and each voice says a different thing. Where is the voice of God to show me right from wrong. I think I have found it and it is Conscience. You don't need for other people to tell you what to do or what to believe. You have the Voice in your own head. Little voice or big voice, it is there. If you were Jesus, would Judas still be your friend?

If you haven't been bored to death, you can visit
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/progs/listenagain.shtml
and listen to the programme "The Wickedest Man"

Below is an extract from a poem by Victorian poet, Robert Buchanan. Judas has died and his soul is wandering. He finds a banquet hall and Jesus (aka Bridegroom of the Church) is inside.

’Twas the Bridegroom stood at the open door,
     And beckon’d, smiling sweet;
’Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot
     Stole in, and fell at his feet.

‘The Holy Supper is spread within,
     And the many candles shine,
And I have waited long for thee
     Before I poured the wine!’

The supper wine is poured at last,
     The lights burn bright and fair,
Iscariot washes the Bridegroom’s feet,
     And dries them with his hair.

*The complete version of The Ballad of Judas Iscariot can be found at
http://mysite.wanadoo-members.co.uk/robertbuchanan/html/judas.html

My life now is just plain boring. Nothing to do and no one to play with. I should be working and contributing to the economy but I am not. My reason/excuse is that all jobs available for people like me (waiting to enter university) are in the service industry and involve lots of interaction and communication with lots and lots of new people every day. I don't think I could bear that. People-to-People skills? Eh... what's that? If only there were jobs for semi-unqualifieds (like me) that don't fall under the categories of waitressing, sales promotion, tutoring or telephone operating. I am so not going to be able to survive in the typical workplace. Moving into a cave in the mystical mountains of the Himalayas is beginning to look more and more like a good idea.

now i have a laptop.
steven and mummy and hubert and i went to the IT fair. It was so crowded that hubert almost got squashed flat. We went to get mummy a new laptop for her new office. Then we went to get mine.
while bargaining, we realised that if we paid for the laptop by credit card, an extra 3% would be charged. (retailers are not supposed to do this but they do so anyway) Mummy's nets card was almost maxed out for the day. so steven dug out all the cash in his wallet, mummy dug out all the cash in hers and i dug out all the cash in mine. we looked so poor thing, one family standing there pooling all our available cash. luckily we managed to pool together enough cash to pay for half the total price which meant we didn't have to pay extra 3% for the half paid by card.
So now i have this powerbook which i don't really know how to use yet. mac is so different from windows. windows is said to be clunky and unstable but it's something most people grow up with.

results of steven's mother (my grandmother) biopsy came out last week. the tumour in her lung is cancerous. I think her body is failing. Diabetes and the eye problems caused by it, arterial blokage, leg trouble ad now this. She's scared and worried. Other than that, life is just going on. My parents and other relatives take turns to take her to the hospital for check ups and stuff. like it was meant to be, everything is not perfect and everyone is just getting on as best as they can.

My sister in australia says she will ask around the medical people to see if anyone has found a miracle cancer cure. Do you know one?

results day today.
me screwed up.

As she passed me my results slip, Mrs Tan said,"I guess I know how you will feel about these results."

Oh damn. There goes the great hopes of a promising future as a President's Scholar.
Well, to tell the truth, I didn't have such great hope anyway. And I already planned to live a screwed up life anyway. I'm going to climb Mount Kinabalu and get eaten by a BigFoot thing.

So despite the FUBAR(Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition) results, i went out with LL and Jason to watch a movie : Team America, World Police. A crappy vulgar show with puppets having sex and spewing vulgarities. After the movie three of us started going on and on about dicks, pussies and assholes. This made xinying, who joined us for dinner, slightly disturbed.

We ate subway, then Crepes at this restaurant in Raffles City. The waiters there were retarded beyond belief and piss us off a bit. Two of them, including the head waiter, couldn't understand the simple question of how long is the preparation time. Liling and I rephrased the question in 5 different ways. We got through at last and they told us 5-10 mins. So we ordered. And waited. And waited. And waited far too long for it to be interpreted as 5-10 mins by any reasonable person. Xinying had to leave for a music lesson her order arrived and I told the head waiter to pack her order in a pissed off way. We contemplated making a scene to get a free meal but decided against it.

Then LL, Jason and I went to the Timberland outlet for jason to quench his consumerist thirst. there are no shops in Pulau Tekong where he is doing NS.
After drooling our Timberland merchandise, we took a train to Kovan to meet Xinying and pass her her food in a box. Instead of utilising public transport, we decided to walk. So we walked to Jason's house where we said goodbye to LL and Jason. LL's father was waiting there in a car to drive her home. Xinying and I continued walking. At the traffic junction I said bye to Xinying and continued walking. it was a 45 min walk and it was getting late, nearing 11pm. But since I was carrying a heavy paper bag with a school year book and various university application materials, i knew i wouldn't meet any spooks. boring stuff works like a talisman according to the Law of Audrey.

I walk too much these days. I've been regularly walking home to serangoon from Toa Payoh, Orchard, Plaza Singpura, Bras Basah. And I always take the long route following the bus stops along the way to avoid getting lost. Walk and walk and walk and don't think about rubbishy stuff like crap results and global warming. Instead, think of good stuff like sky diving, and writing a violent, pornographic bestseller novel.