Rumour has it, the weather was really hot and stifling the day I was born. Go figure, it was August. Summer weather. Temperature in the high 30's (Degrees Celsius, people, not Fahrenheit). When it came to naming me, my parents had a spot of trouble. Chinese name, no problem! My grandpa had it all set up. But Christian name? Uh-oh! Nothing in the lists! At last, after much deliberation, the folks settled on a variation of Catherine. That's a saint, by the way. Means "pure". I still laugh over it until today. Why? Because my buddies can tell you - I am the exact opposite of pure. Still, it's a nice name. Bit pretentious, but nice, nonetheless. So, hence I was christened, and then brought to a Catholic Church to be baptised. And yes, I am a Catholic. Proud of it. True, I don't always follow true to its teachings, but I am a Catholic. Well, technically, I'm what people call a "non-denominational Christian" (NDC). But I'll stick with Catholic. Easier than to explain why I'm a NDC. MUCH easier. So anyway, I was baptised exactly one month after I was born. At age nine, I took my first Holy Communion, St Ignatius Church, batch of 1994. Then, seven years later, I was confirmed as a practising Roman Catholic. Same church, same batch, different year, of course. In addition to having another godmother (I love you, Auntie Flo! *muacks*), I also received a middle name (original - no one else has it! *smug grin*). Now, I stand at barely five feet tall and possess a weight that yo-yos like a roller coaster. I'm 3 weeks shy of legalising my participation in local politics, though the day I hit the big 2-1 is the day I plan to thoroughly get wasted. I'm a second-year Communications major in Monash University, Malaysian campus, and rounded up my first year with a Distinction average. Man, am I a geek or what? Anyway, I'm done with my stint at the bookshop. As of 19th February 2006, I was a free agent again. However, as of 19th February 2006, I also officially became a freelance writer. I was given my first writing assignment from the editor-in-chief of a legitimate children's magazine, to review children's books, and - to my knowledge - it has been published. Kudos to me. ^_^ Love ya, Karen! *hugs* You gave me the opportunity of a lifetime! It's going to help sooooooo much when I apply for journalistic jobs in the future. * ~ * I enjoy literature of all varieties, any kind of art, movies that don't suck, television series that aren't lame and music that doesn't deafen me. I have a Grade A certificate in the Art of Eating, but sadly I have a Grade D certificate in the Art of Cooking. I unfailingly score distinctions in Sleeping 101, though my results tend to fluctuate in Creative Dreaming. When it comes to Whimsical Imagination, however, I pride myself in holding a steady place on the Dean's List, and I rank high in the honour roll for Absolute Randomness. I idolise James Blunt, Josh Groban, The Killers and Greenday. I fantasise about Hugh Jackman, Tom Felton, Seth Green, Sean Biggerstaff, Rodrigo Santuro, James Denton and all four singers of Il Divo. It shames me to say this, but I also harbour a crush on Daniel Radcliffe, Skandar Keynes - and Freddie Highmore is just so cute, it's hard NOT to like him. I'm a regular follower of Desperate Housewives, CSI: NY and House, and Dead Poets' Society remains, until today, the BEST - MOVIE - EVER in my book. And I'm a self-proclaimed supporter of animal rights, environmentalist movements, women's liberation front, liberalism in society and politics, and Harry Potter for Triwizard Tournament Champion. *huge grin* I collect stuffed animals, DVD's, books - and the dust that goes with it. I have a deep fondness for cute and cuddly animals, fresh flowers, the weather just before it's about to storm, rainy days, the Internet on a broadband connection, a comfy pair of jeans, T-shirts with weird sayings, funky and unusual silver rings, long and dangly earrings, a good argument and an intelligent debate. I'm also an amateur writer and an apprentice graphic designer, but here's hoping that with practice, I can promote myself to professional and master respectively. * ~ * The general consensus on me is that I'm sarcastic and cynical, with a dark sense of humour, a warped view of reality and in possession of a highly pessimistic opinion on life. A fair few tend to view me as temperamental and complicated, with a tendency to veer rapidly between the downright practical to the overly unrealistic. However, there are the occasional eternal optimists who adamantly believe that once you know which button to set me off, I can be as chatty and perky and wired as a head cheerleader on Ecstasy. God bless their lovable, but greatly disillusioned hearts. The truth is, none of them are really off the tangent. They're right and they're wrong. I'm all of that and a little more; simultaneously, I'm also none of that and everything less. Confused? Yeah, me too. If the authorities had their way, they'd be checking me into a mental institution for combination insanity and schizophrenia. *snickers* One thing that can be certain, though - I dislike people who try to fob their opinion on others, and force them to think the way they do. Word of the wise - don't ever try it on me. It's annoying, ridiculous and a baby step towards becoming a dictator. And frankly, I don't like dictators. I'm not a total racist, sexist or bigot, and I consider myself fairly open-minded, but I'll admit that I have certain prejudices. And dictatorship is among them. * ~ * A few of the (many) other things I don't like, falling under the category of safe and general, would include: advanced science subjects, certain types of food, shopping for clothes and shoes, the WWE, Malaysian drivers, lack of sleep, my dad's taste in music, not having the Internet, Malaysian movie and TV censorship, and studying (although that is unfortunately an unavoidable issue). Smoking irritates me, drug addiction disgusts me, murder disturbs me, rape saddens me, death of loved ones sends me into spasms of long-term depression and animal cruelty infuriates me. I have a particular loathing for corrupt politics, unaccounted prejudices, deep-set bigotry, human inequality and basic human rights restrainment. So there you have it, the lowdown - or something to that event - on my life. Scrape off the surface meanness, and what you wind up with is pretty much your average weirded-out-teenager-growing-into-not-so-mature-yet-adult. Welcome to my world. You - have - been - warned. * ~ * ** Blogging Buddies **
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Wednesday, January 31, 2007
She lives!!! Mood: So-so ... Music: "I Hear the Bells" - Mike Doughty Finished Reading: "The Black Jewels Trilogy" by Anne Bishop, "The Tir Alainn Trilogy" by Anne Bishop, "Cocktails for Three" by Madeleine Wickham, "My Best Friend's Girl" by Dorothy Koomson Currently Reading: "The Rise & Fall of a Yummy Mummy" by Polly Williams, "Ladies Who Lunch" by Linda Francis Lee, "The Troy Game trilogy" by Sara Douglass, "The Demon Child Trilogy" by Jennifer Fallon, "The Second Sons Trilogy" by Jennifer Fallon And damn it, one of these days, I'm gonna be one of those names ... the names you find on fantasy novels, the names you associate with best-selling titles, the names people whisper in awe and admiration when they see the latest novel featured in a bookstore window. But until that day comes, guess I'm just stuck with dreams, huh? No worries. I have my life ahead of me. Who knows what the future holds? So I'm not dead. Over two months since my last entry in here, huh? Hmmm ... Well, I guess I have been favouring my LJ - although, with all the work I've had to do over the past couple of months, I haven't exactly been updating there either. Save for a racy video and a book rave or two. XD So what very important thing do I have to talk about today, hmm? Truth be told ... nothing. That's what my life's been the past few months since I last updated. No, I'm not saying my life's nothing. Hell, if anything, I've realised my life IS something. I've realised I'm actually worth something. So it's been a good couple of months. Lots of laziness and lots of work. Not necessarily in balance, but still full of fun. Sometimes. ^_^ This is basically a "I'm not dead" post, to show that I still exist. And to show that this blog still matters to me. At least some of the time. HAH! Laterz, Kat Quote of the Day:
"Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted." ~ John Lennon ~ Thursday, November 30, 2006
Results = DOOM! Mood: Upset ... Music: "La Donna E Mobile" - by Placido Domingo Finished reading: "Invisible Lives" by Anjali Banerjee Currently reading: "The Devil You Know" by Louise Bagshawe I hate Result Release Day. Always have. Ever since I entered the academia world, the word "results" always left a sickening feeling in my stomach. See, I wasn't a very good student. Actually ... that's an understatement. I was a lousy student. Didn't care much for school, me. Hated it. Hated the school. Hated the subjects. Hated the teachers. Hated the students. Just pretty much hated everything about it. So grades didn't matter to me. Not back then. I was lucky enough to even so much as pass. And to get an A, well ... Boy, what a miracle that would've been. But pride, eventually, wins out in the end. My pride wouldn't allow me to graduate with such a pitiful report card. Even worse, it wouldn't allow me to screw up the final exams. Gahhh! Dreaded SPM! So I worked. Scraped through with decent grades. Enough to get me into Form Six, although I took the alternative. A-Levels, people! Taylor's! Oh gawd! Taylor's! Till this day I find no reason to like that hellhole, other than the fact that I met Nadiah and Ai Koon. That's about the only reason I'm grateful I didn't go to Seafield instead. And all along ... all those years ... I STILL HATED RESULT RELEASE DAY!!! Oh gawd ... I really hated results. Even if I did well - which I rarely ever, by the way - I didn't like results. Hated them with a passion. Know why? 'Cos the only way to get results is if you had to do exams and assignments. And Lazybones me ... I hated doing either. Really, really hated them. Didn't change my attitude either, once I entered Monash. I mean, yeah sure ... I was beginning to like studying. A little. Just a little. I'm happy at Monash. And when you're happy somewhere, you tend not to be so antagonistic to everything. Even studies. And shockingly ... having lost that antagonism ... I even started to do well! Like Distinction/High Distinction well! Incroyable! But I still dreaded RR Day. Why? 'Cos I began to worry ... with such good grades, would I be able to maintain them? Would I be able to keep it up? What if I check the results and I've failed ... Like BADLY?!!! So see ... the hatred for RR Day will never fade. Will never change. Even worse, when once I didn't care ... now I worry. Which makes it all the more difficult to actually like getting results. Gawd ... Why is life soooooo complicated? Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it." ~ Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher (1788 - 1860) ~ Friday, November 17, 2006
Fear ... Mood: Disturbed ... Music: "Who Knew" - by Pink I had a nightmare last night. A horrid one. One so bad it had me sitting up in bed and crying for a long time. My country was at war. I won't say who're the parties involved, just that we were in a war. And there was killing. LOTS of killing. My days were spent living in fear now. I couldn't step out of the house without worrying I'll never come back. I could literally hear the sounds of gunfire ... I could smell actual blood in the air ... and the entire nation was trapped in this pink haze, result of all the disaster that usually follows when two conflicting parties decide they want to use violence as an answer. I was always in hiding. Every time I saw the enemy, I had to find some place to hide. I saw women, little girls - and even little boys! - being violently raped and/or gang-raped right in front of my eyes. I saw them struggling, and I was cursing myself for not being able to do anything about it. Then I saw the "enemy", whipping out their guns and shooting the women, etc. who they've just raped .... execution style. More blood. More gunfire. More death. I was feeling sick to my stomach. Peace seemed so far away. So very far away. Fear was practically choking me, but at the same time, so was this intense fury. Stubborn-minded bastards! They lived in luxury, planning away their next military strategy, while the rest of us civilians are forced to suffer. Greedy, corrupt politicians using their position and rank to avoid the violence ... by sending the rest of us non-ranking individuals to our doom. It's a bloody free-for-all for the conflicting parties, but the poor people who have nothing to do with it? They're forced to pay the price. I paid more than anything. My entire family, my friends, my lecturers ... everyone I knew and care about ... we were captured. Locked away in a cathedral, no less! And we knew none of us was going to get out alive. The slaughter was going to commence in a cathedral ... a mockery of religion ... and not just any religion, but mine. The irony was not lost on me or my friends. There was hysterical laughter ... a lot of tears ... general babbling ... there must have been hundreds of us trapped in that cathedral. Thousands. All crammed together like cattle, huddling against each other. I remember being squeezed in between my best friends, my parents just in front of me, my sister and brother on either side of them. I remember forgetting all the crap my family has ever done to me, and leaning forward for my mother's comforting hand. The level of fear had escalated, the tension so thick you could cut through it like a knife. No one was willing to go out this way. No one. I could hear people praying to God, asking Him to save them. To intervene. To just do something. But I could tell that no one really believed that would work. I could tell that most everyone was thinking the same thing I was. And all I could think about was, "God ... why have You forsaken us?" And then they came. They came with their guns. They came with their sneers. They came with the desire for bloodshed clear in their eyes. The screaming began then. So loud it shook the rafters of the cathedral. But the louder people screamed, the angrier they became. My family and friends huddled even closer together, forcing ourselves not to scream. We could feel the rage, could feel the itchiness of their hands to start shooting. Then their ringleader stepped forward. And I couldn't help thinking, "My God ... evil comes in such a normal face." And he looked normal. Like he was one of those people you'd pass in the street without so much as a backward glance. If it wasn't for the fact that he was holding this frightening gun in front of him, you might've even found him decent. But he was far from decent. There was a smile on his face, but it was a sinister smile. This man was insane. You could see it in his eyes. He was overcome by the mad need to kill and kill more. He walked up to this young boy ... young, barely older than eight ... smiled at the kid ever so calmly ... And buried a bullet right between the kid's eyes. That was the signal for the rest of his "army" to start shooting. People were lined up one by one ... and shot right in the head, Nazi-style. A few of them had brought machine guns with them. They aligned struggling victims at the altar, directly below the crucifix ... and began firing ... a final insult to Christians and Christianity. The smell of blood was thicker than ever. Mingled with the smell of gunpowder, and the stale sweat of the enemy, and it was enough to churn even the most iron of stomachs. I had to fight back nausea. How could these people be so cruel? And they weren't just men ... there were women doing the shooting, too. Women with every bit the insane look in their eyes as I'd seen in their ringleader. The cathedral was no longer a place of worship ... it was a place of death and destruction. Women and men alike were dragged aside to be raped, and then executed. The screaming never stopped, the crying growing louder and louder ... I could hear pleas for mercy, all gone unheeded ... My family and friends were practically trying to merge together, we were huddled that tightly. They hadn't reached our part of the cathedral yet ... they were still far away ... but all this while I was thinking, "We're not going to get out of here alive. Any movement to escape and that's the end of us. If we stay, we're dead ... if we try to run, we're dead too ..." So I turned to my mum and, for the first time in a longest time, I look her straight in the eye and say, "Mummy ... I love you." She smiled at me, her eyes brimming with tears ... and that was the last expression on her face before a bullet shot through her head. She collapsed onto me, all limp, blood gushing from the wound in her forehead. I couldn't help it ... I screamed. My mother! They killed my mother! I watched in horror as they began to randomly kill everyone I cared about. My dad went next, followed by some of my uni lecturers ... then my uni friends began to go down one by one ... Eleanor, Ann, Grace ... then they killed my sister ... my brother ... went back to my uni friends ... Pooi Yarn went down, so did Mindy ... the tears were coming freely now, blurring my vision ... the part of me that knew this was just a dream, JUST A DREAM, wanted to wake up ... "No more! NO MORE!" I could hear that part of me shouting ... no, SCREAMING. But I wasn't waking up. I was being forced to see the people who meant something in my life being brutally murdered right in front of me. Soon, there was nothing more than a pile of bodies around me. I was splattered from head to toe in blood ... their blood ... the blood of my friends and family ... My best friends and I were the only ones left now. Just us. I squeezed their hands tightly, silently telling them how much I loved them, how much they meant to me ... the ringleader stepped forward, his eyes more insane than I'd ever seen them ... he raised his gun at me ... I closed my eyes ... I heard the gunshots ... And my best friends went limp right beside me. Their hands slipped out of my grasp. I opened my eyes, saw the ringleader look directly at me with that vile expression on his face ... I saw something more than just insanity there ... and what I saw terrified me! I wanted him to just shoot me now! Shoot me before he does what I knew he was going to do. Why me? Why was it always me? He reached out for me, grubby hands ... I wanted to run, but my back was against the wall ... "NO!" I was screaming, out loud this time. "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" His honchos grabbed me, two on each arm. I struggled even harder, screaming even louder. I didn't care if I died down, I didn't care if he shot me now ... death was a more welcome prospect than what HE was about to do ... I was right in front of him now. I could smell his horrible breath on me. I screamed so loudly I felt as though my lungs would burst ... he drew closer ... and closer ... * ~ * That was when I woke up. And started crying. Because it was so real, felt so real, I was so afraid that if I walked out of the door today, I'd find the country in total disarray and my friends and family gone. I know I bitch about my family a lot. But should anything happen to them ... and all in one shot ... I know I'll never be able to live through it. ESPECIALLY if my friends go down along with them. War is ugly. If anything, we should be living in a world where war shouldn't be the answer. Conflicts can be resolved without violence. Because violence only leads to more pain and suffering, and we should be beyond that. Peacemakers are rare and far between. If the world is smart, they should do something about that. Encourage more and more people that peace is what the world should strive for together. But the world is stupid. And the people in charge of them even more so. Cynical? Maybe. But that doesn't alter the fact that it might be true. Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day: "Heaven on Earth We need it now I'm sick of all of this Hanging around" ~ Lyrics to "Peace on Earth", by U2 ~ Thursday, November 09, 2006
OMG! I see freedom! Mood: Rejubilated! Music: "Pompeii" - by E.S. Posthumus Exams are over! I'm free! FREE! FREE! *dances around giddily* Oh, this heady feeling ... Just think: 3 and a half months of lazing around, getting fat, doing nothing ... I LOVE IT! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! *grabs hold of a cat and dances around the room to "Shall We Dance" from The King and I* I'm off to catch up on sleep. Precioussssss ... sssssleeeeeeeep .... Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Now you see her ...
Mood: Cheerful ... Music: "Goodbye My Lover" - James Blunt Have I been absent? Yes, I have. But with good reason.
Media Text. Oh, the killer Media Text! With Androids and Buffy and then Donnie Darko ... it's a nightmare! Thank gawd it's over. And thank gawd I won't have to worry about it until the end of the month. Gimme Andrew's post-colonial literature anyday. Btw ... I know I said I loved James Blunt ... still do ... But is it just me, or is his voice just a tad - feminine? Ah well. All part of the appeal, innit? *grinnnnn* Go check my LJ ... yes, that pretty pinkie linkie. I update more there than I do here. Everyday, for that matter. So go. Scat. And leave a comment if you do. ^_^ Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"I have vision, and the rest of the world wears bifocals." ~ Butch Cassidy, from Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid ~ Friday, October 13, 2006
ARGHHHH!!!! Mood: Pissed off royally ... Music: "Nara" - by ES Posthumus (Because I'm royally pissed off and this is worth posting twice and I'm too angry to do anything else ...) Bloody pissed off. Someone on my effing MSN list sent me a bloody virus. Whether done on purpose, I have no idea, but whatever. The damage has been done. I had to reformat my entire laptop last night, which meant: a) very little sleep b) I couldn't work on my 2000-word INT2030 assignment that's due TODAY! BLOODY EFFING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... Times like these, I wish I could just destroy the person who did this to me. Destroy him and bury him face-down twelve feet under without being charged for first degree murder. Because this virus really wiped out a LOT of my files, from my beloved art pics right down to almost my entire University-centred folder. And yes. That meant my precious INT assignment, too. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SCREW YOU, YOU STUPID NON-VIRUS-PROTECTED PC USER! SCREW YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL! ... Seriously ... the assignment God hates me. Like seriously hates me. I hate him right back. He's been on my case this entire semester already. GET OVER YOURSELF AND BUG SOMEONE ELSE, WHY DON'T YOU? ... Thank God I have a back-up. Not much of a back-up, but it's still something. I've gone through enough AG-related bad luck to know how to handle a crisis. But seriously ... am I screwed or am I screwed? Don't answer that. Now I need to find Dr Jaga and explain to him. OMG ... can you say tres horreur? ... Seriously hate my life right now. Seriously, seriously hate my life. Laterz ... ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"Never forget what a man says to you when he is angry." ~ Henry Ward Beecher (1813 - 1887) ~ Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Lonely ... Mood: Blurry ... Music: "Boondocks Saints Theme" - Irish Drinking Songs Nah. Not really lonely. I'm like the most unloneliest person in the world, because even when it seems like I have nobody, I have somebody. I have me. And I have God. That's enough to sustain me even through the loneliest of times. Of course ... friends help tremendously, too. XD I was doing the random Friendster check - and I realised that a lot of people I've known in my life have Friendster accounts. Gah! If I were to add each and everyone of them, no doubt I'd have a helluva lot more than the pitiful 30-odd people on my f-list. But meh ... Not that I hate them or anything. I don't. They might hate me, because let's face it, when I was in primary and secondary school, I was the most unlikeable of unlikeable of people. I was just horrible. HORRIBLE! But people change. I changed. I grew up, you see, as people inevitably do. I'm still not adding them. Mainly because they'd probably take one look at my Friendster profile and go - wtf? Why's this girl contacting me all of a sudden? Nah. Save me the trouble and spare them the hell. *evil grin* Besides ... they don't know I changed. They don't know how I've changed. For all I know, they probably still think of me as that weird, unlikeable, overweight drifter who always pretended to be something she wasn't. Man ... was I an IDIOT! I'm happier now. I've realised that I should never have worried about what people thought of me back then. I shouldn't have tried to be someone I wasn't, because in trying to be that someone, I was miserable. Now I know who I am. And I'm so much, oh so much happier. I fit. I don't care where I fit, I just fit. So what if I'm not overly popular, or have a million friends on Friendster, or am crowned Prom Queen? I don't care about that. I might have at one point ... oh so long ago ... but I don't give a damn now. I'm happy. And that's all there is to it. Sure, I'm stressed. And sure, my life's full of the rottenest shit ever. But I'm still happy. Because finally, I have found my place in the world. And I'm staying in it. So here's to those of you who are feeling happy. Here's to those of you who were losers in high school but are winners now. Here's to those of you who hated who you were but now love yourself for yourself. And here's to those who dared to trample you down and destroy you ... those who, until now, still haven't outgrown the sick desire to be condescending and rude to those they believe to be "less popular" ... for them, I have only two words: SCREW YOU! As for myself, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to those I hurt back in school for being a real pain. I'm sorry for being such an ass. I'm sorry for being ... well ... un-me. Now I'm me. And now I'm happy. So yeah ... YAY FOR ME! ^_^ Chin Yen, Elaine, Wen Jing ... par-tay at the peak first week of December! Uni gang ... MALACCA TRIP AT THE END OF EXAMS! Sean, Mark ... more girly chats. You owe me. Yan Lin ... we can both survive. We've done it before. We shall do it again. And then, when we meet again, we'll go out and get drunk and wasted. XD Yep, I'm happy. Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?" ~ Edgar Bergen ~ Thursday, October 05, 2006
Ooh errr ... Mood: Randomly sleepy ... Music: "There Is None Like You" - Fred Hammond Realised I haven't done anything to do this blog in ages. Sorry. But you should know that this is no longer my primary blog. There's just something that's more appealing in LJ. No offence to Blogdrive, but without the icons ... Well ... No fun la! That having been said ... Pink links are so pretty! I already said I'll be plugging my LJ for all it's worth ... so there. *childishly sticks tongue out* So that's my two cents for today. Going to Jaga's class now. *groaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn* Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"If you can't say anything good about someone, sit right here by me." ~ Alice Roosevelt Longworth (1884 - 1980) ~ Monday, September 04, 2006
Pitchers! Mood: Drowsy ... Music: "An Irish Party in Third Class" - from the Titanic OST Just a quick one today ... I've uploaded pictures from my 21st birthday outing at 1 Utama. Not all of them yet, but a fair deal. So to those interested, you can go see them here: Ooh! The pretty pitchers! I won't upload them here. Mainly because I'm damn bloody malas to upload them twice and go through that whole process again. Tiring, man ... Speaking of tiring - high time a certain lecturer at Monash go retire, too. He's a nice man, but honestly! We pay good money to go to class and actually learn something! Sigh .... Capitalism ... the enemy of the world. Sometimes. XD Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
Dr House: You met me at a strip club. Stacy: You were the worst two dollars I ever spent. ~ "Acceptance", Season 2: Episode 1, House MD ~ Sunday, August 20, 2006
And I thought we were lenient ... Mood: Pensive ... Music: "Have a Nice Day" - by Bon Jovi Spent lots of money today. And on manga, no less! Seriously ... cannot give me a paycheck! I'll spend it all within a week! But to be fair - it was Detective Conan! And I lurvvvvvvvve the adorable chibi-Shinichi to bits! And I've never once missed a single volume! And it was on sale. =P So ... with the gushing on bishi manga guys aside ... Went to SIC today for evening Mass. First time in seriously God knows how long since I last stepped inside. Sure ... passed by plenty. Sat outside ... plenty. Just didn't step in. I don't like SIC anymore. So many reasons why there's just nothing inside my heart that connects me back to (ironically) the church I grew up in. Some obvious. Some not so obvious. But I can get into that another day. So anyway, apart from the fact that SIC's change A LOT since I last took a good look at it, Mass was pretty much same ol same ol. The usual liturgy, eucharist, thanksgiving ... Don't have to go through the whole process now, do I? Surprisingly good sermon, though. Usually priests - *ahemahemOCLimahem* - like to talk a lot. Spend at least 20-odd minutes digressing on a single point and very often not even making sense in the process. Which, of course, results in me getting the pants bored off me. Yes. I don't like sermons. Add that to the loooooooooooooong list of things I already don't like. But today's was good. The priest - dammit, didn't get a name! - was short, sweet and to the point. Bless him. And he was funny, too. Don't get too many funny priests nowadays, 'cept maybe Rev. Simon Yong. Who, in a scarrrrrrrrrry way, reminds me of Dr Tang. *shudddddders* But I digress too. Damn it. So. Short, funny and meaningful sermon. Just the way it should be. Made me want to stand up and yell out, "BRAVO!" 'Course I didn't. There's only so much humiliation old fogey like me can take. The thing that made me write this entry, though? It was time for Communion. And as usual, the lector was going on about how the Eucharist was a cherished moment, yada yada yada. Then - THEN - she says: "Please be reminded that Holy Communion is only for Baptised and Practising Catholics who are prepared." ..... Dude! They added another prerequisite for Communion now?!!! It's just so sad to see how they're limiting Communion. I thought that when Jesus meant for His Body and Blood to be for everyone. And not just a limited few. The elitist class - high culture, as Ann (who's so influenced by Yeoh's class it's scary!) might put it. Seriously ... what's going on?! First Communion was limited to baptised Catholics. Fine, fair enough. Then, when they decided that wasn't enough, they changed it to baptised AND practising Catholics. Practising ... just what exactly is THAT supposed to mean? No, you Catholics who visit here ... don't answer that. I know what it means. It was just a rheotorical question. So fine. 2 prerequisites ... what else do they need? Oh yeah I forgot ... a third one. Du-oh! So now apparently it's baptised, practising AND prepared. Wow ... what next? Baptised, practising, prepared AND sin-free (i.e. just went for Confession)? Soon there'll be more - baptised, practising, prepared, sin-free and celibate. Baptised, practising, prepared, sin-free, celibate and boring. Baptised, practising, prepared, sin-free, celibate, boring and lifeless. My gawd ... the list goes on and on and on ... Yes, I'm mocking my religion. I'm mocking the fact that there are conditions to receiving the Body and Blood of Christ. I'm mocking the fact that before Communion, I have to go through a whole spiritual interrogation first. And I'm mocking the fact that THE CHURCH IS BECOMING ELITIST! What happened to welcoming people with open arms? Someone forget that part? What about we're all brothers and sisters in Christ? Someone deleted that little bit without me knowing? Geez ... and they say the Protestants are bad ... *sighs heavily* Never mind me. I'm just being thoroughly pissed off. As always. Laterz! ~ Kat ~ Quote of the Day:
"Everyone ought to worship God according to his own inclinations, and not to be constrained by force." ~ Flavius Josephus (37 AD to 100 AD) ~
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