God

I was gonna rant how I’m about to start believing in God, or some upper-level beings whose existence we cannot determine. That triggered as I believe God, or some upper-level existence, obstinately denies me from keeping my optical appliances intact for a considerable period of time.

As most of you by now would have known, I’m prone to spectacle-related accidents. I’ve finally switched to contact lenses when the last previous mysterious accident occured when I was playing basketball had one of my specs’ lenses smashed to pieces. I didn’t give much thought when my first pair of contact lenses had to be thrown away after 2 weeks of usage, when I somehow inadvertently left one of the lenses on my basin, realised it hours later, discovered the damned thing hardened and unusable again. No, I thought, that’s purely my carelessness alright.

But that wasn’t what happened earlier this morning. I was slipping my right contacts comfortably into my retina, and felt the left contacts slipping inside the other eye too. I looked at the nearby shampoo and realised my vision was still partially blur. That was when I poked my left eye (ouch) when I tried to see whether the lens was somehow stuck in it. Nope, nada. Then I searched my basin extensively trying to find the missing lens but I couldn’t.

Of course, this resulted me in being late for school, but I wasn’t actually late and in fact arrived 5 minutes before the usual dreary repertoire of songs commence, but the junior prefects detained me, Daniel and a dozen others (I’m peeved at this fucking stupidity, but am not gonna elaborate, apart from escaping from the usual punishment rather cleverly with Daniel to a SPBT trip gathering).

Yes, like I said, I was gonna believe some omniscient being is all out against me and my optical appliances and wish me to be stuck in a state of myopia for the rest of my life. I forsee an inexplicable accident to happen should I ever undergo LASIK surgery to permanently correct my vision.

I was at Wai Hong’s house from 2-3pm, trying to settle some stuffs about the Japanese guy he’s gonna host. He was afraid to phone Lion Irene (responsible for the Youth Exchange thingy) or something, so I did it in his favour, since I wanted Toshimitsu-kun to be able to join us in our lessons on the coming weeks. Pn Rubiah and Pn Vasantha cleverly said we need to apply to PPD (Pejabat Pelajaran Daerah), ask our Lions Club to submit a letter and all that bull-fucking-shit until I made a phone call to Ln Irene, impersonating Wai Hong. It turns out that the normal procedure was to get approval from our HM -- write a letter to Pn Rubiah. THAT’S ALL!

And to think they want to make our lives difficult with an array of nonsensical procedures, with even MrsV saying that “You don’t know ah… this is normal procedure. That’s why you have to learn.” Yeah right. It’s just getting a Japanese dude to come to our school for 2 freaking weeks. What does this have to do with any education department -___- Pn Rubiah and her “I don’t want to take responsibility if he gets hurt, even though chances of that happening is as miniscule as a certain someone’s brains. You might know her.”

Right, so was saying, I reached home 3pm when my maid happily deluged me with a happy news that after searching my toilet extensively for 1 hour, she finally found my lens stuck on my toilet door somewhere on the bottom section. How on earth did it get there? o_O I owe her one.

Speaking of Gods, how do all of you start to believe in one? Mine started when I was about 4-5 years old, when my first maid of almost 10 years actually taught me how to pray, Christian-style (she’s a Muslim, mind you). I was out in a park of some kind with my dad, and I tried “praying”. I prayed that there will be a strong gust of wind and at that exact moment, it happened.

And since then, I started to believe. >___> Stupid reason, yeah, but I was an innocent and naive little kid. My disbelief and lost in faith on all faiths began when I realised many things don’t seem to make sense—and how when I need God the most, he wasn’t there. There are tons of branches in Buddhism, one of them saying that Buddha isn’t a God, but a perfect enlightened human being; and there isn’t heaven and hell. It fits my idealogy perfectly, and when I’m taught otherwise at the local temple, that’s when I started to forgo every religion.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m still respectful of other people’s religions, except when people start to go overboard with them, that’s when it gets on my (and everybody else’s) nerves.