I have exactly 183 days before my planned (or proposed) trip around Southeast Asia. I will be documenting modern, traditional, and endangered pastimes of Southeast Asian youth. This is if I get the funding that I proposed. Yesterday, the first two proposals were announced (just ‘cause their trip dates are closer). I’m afraid the funding I asked for wouldn’t be enough, but I’m sure I can do something about it when the time comes.
“Okay. Here are some things done on American soil in the name of Christianity. The Ku Klux Klan burned down black churches, raped women, murdered civil rights workers, murdered children and terrorized communities for over a century. The neo nazis all acted and continue to act in the name of white christian supremacy. The army of god fatally attacks abortion clinics and doctors across the country. The covenant, the sword and the arm of the lord targets local police and federal agents. The federal building in Oklahoma City. The attempted assassination of Ronald Reagan and the successful assassinations of Martin Luther King, John F. Kennedy, John Lennon, and Abraham Lincoln, all perpetrated by Christians. Miss Greer, we weren’t attacked by Muslims, we were attacked by sociopaths, and I for one would join you in protesting a community center for the criminally insane, but no one is suggesting building one.”—Will McAvoy to Phylis Greer, who says she worries about creeping Islam, in their debate about building an Islamic community center near Ground Zero, The Newsroom Season 1.
Those aren’t the exact words of what I read somewhere earlier, but it sums it up. This is also what Buddhism teaches. That’s prolly the reason why of all religions, I like Buddhism the most. (I am using “the most” because I’m also “interested” in all religions though I hate all of them most of the time. I’ll explain why I hate all religions in another post someday).
Back to Happiness. Sometimes I am the worst person to go to when you’re sad. I never really truly understand sadness. I don’t understand why people get so sad, they’d stay away from people for hours, for days, for weeks.
When people ask me why I rarely get sad, I just ask them, “What’s that one thing you desire right now?” and add,
“I want an avowed atheist in the White House. When time comes to push that button, I want whoever’s making the decision to understand that once it’s pushed, it’s over. Finito. They’re not gonna have lunch with Jesus. Won’t be deflowering 72 virgins on the great shag carpet of eternity, or reincarnated as a cow. I want someone making that decision who believes life on this Earth isn’t just a dress rehearsal for something better - but the only shot we get.”—Quentin Bufogle (via whats-out-there)
I read this somewhere, and I can’t help but post mu thoughts about it here. I’m a great believer, not in gods or Gods, but in the goodness, in the efforts, in the dreams, and in the intentions of man.
TRAVELER: God has been mighty good to your fields, Mr. Farmer. FARMER: You should have seen how he treated them when I wasn’t around. —ANONYMOUS
I believe that the anonymous writer of this two-line conversation, most of the atheists I know including me, agree on one thing: That people sometimes forget to give thanks and a tip of the hat to others’s efforts.
Or, as I see it, I may not even use the word “forget” because it seems that people deliberately give all the credit to their gods, or God, or goddesses. Let me rephrase it: People deny a word of thanks or a tip of the hat in recognition of their neighbors’s efforts.
I will never understand religion, or the belief in gods, or in anything paranormal, or in souls. I don’t even want anyone to explain it to me. I’ve read the Bible countless times. It will always be the greatest psych-op there ever was for me. I will always look at it as the greatest book that separated us all.
It’s been quite a while since I posted a text here (not a link, not a photo, not a repost from my Fun Elsewhere blog). I guess life for me is good again. My heart got broken just recently but idgaf about it now, so I would not let it affect my everyday actions. After all, we all need to show other people that we can have a life without them. I’m happy for her now, but I just can’t afford to visit any of her social network accounts. I still care for and think of her, but if you’re in her shoes, would it matter if you already have someone caring for you the way you want them to? *insert dramatic music here*
Anyway, November’s approaching real fast so I’ll be in my school uniform again, happily frolicking my way around campus ‘cause life is awesome.
My blogsite, Fun Elsewhere dot com, is gaining a good number of followers again though not as many as the number of followers I had in my first wordpress blog.
I probably will be blogging here again since I promised my self not to post personal stuff in Fun Elsewhere. Also, y’all should add me in Google Plus, it’s cool.