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Thursday, November 16, 2006

See ya... Wouldn't wanna be ya... 

I would never never want to be God. Never. It has never crossed my mind to ever want to be God. There is something so unappealing about having, literally, the world in the palm of your hands. You become constricted, restricted, repressed, depressed, and yet you have all the power in the universe to do anything you want, and you can't. You're not allowed. By whom? I'll tell you by whom.

By YOU. Yes, you. You, who's reading this right now. You are restricting God, right now, as we speak (or as you read, rather. perfect instances don't occur in this little space of mine). You give God a picture. He is a bright light. He is a handsome Nazarean with brown hair and blue eyes with a halo around his head. He is a fat bald man who knows the secrets to the world. He is a being with multiple arms. He is the Creator. He is the Destroyer. He is the Giver. He is the Taker. And hence, He must look like this, or this, or this. Are you being serious?

He has to be forgiving. He has to be understanding. He has to be all-seeing, all-knowing. He can strike you with lightning as you are writing a blasphemous blog. He can shower you with gifts and blessings in a blink of an eye. And in the same instant, He can take away your life. He is the One. He knows you by name. He will wait for you in the gates of heaven where He will greet you, hold you, hug you, and take you in, IF you've been a good boy or girl. Kind of like Santa Claus, eh?

Even you, you free-thinking atheist you. He must not exist. You're constricting Him by telling Him that He does not exist. Do you have any idea how depressing it is to be told that you don't exist?

And have you noticed that I keep saying HE instead of SHE? Whoever said God was male? YOU! Of course it's you. He is the Father. The man. The male. The superior being. Oh, please no comment. Everyone knows men are and will always be envisioned as the superior one. Stop being such a feminist. I never said women weren't smarter. So, HAH! Chicken butt.

I wouldn't wanna be God. He is the most stereotyped being in this whole wide world, and sometimes I feel sorry for Him. He has all this power and all this time and all this love in the world, and He can't use them to their full extent, because of you.

Isn't it time we let Him do what He wants to do, not what we want Him to do?


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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I am. 

You Are Edward From "Edward Scissorhands."

You are very shy and often misunderstood. Innocent, sweet, and artistic, you like to pass your days by daydreaming and expressing yourself through the arts. You are a truly unique individual. Unfortunately, you are quite lonely, and few people truly understand you.

Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!


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Monday, November 06, 2006

Terribly sorry... 

Yes. As can be read above, assuming you are able to read, I would like to apologize deeply for something I did not do and a design not of my own choosing. My education provider has decided to give me 7 (SEVEN....YES SEVEN DAMMIT!) exams over the course of two weeks. Therefore, I must regrettably disregard your calls for me to update the blog, because I just can't. Not now. Not yet. I'm to damn busy.

I'll be returning to Jakarta (oh yeah!) on the 30th of our 11th month. Contact me then if you still think I'm interesting enough to get to know.

PS: Wismilak gitu loch.


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