I wonder...
I wonder...since all religions encourage men to be good and to be kind to one another, why are there so many bloodshed in the history caused by religion conflicts?
I wonder...if all religions promote the fact that only if you believe in me and you shall go to heaven..does that mean everyone will either go to Heaven or to Hell?
I wonder...if you are blessed with good health and wealth do you still have time for religion and faith?
I wonder..when people claim that God spoke to them through their mind, is it really God or a sign of mental breakdown?
I wonder..is it because you are unsatisfied with what you have and that is why you turn to religion and pray that you can have more?
I wonder...if all the donations to church were given to more needy aids will there still be hungry children in Africa?
I wonder...is there a difference between faith and obsession?
I wonder...by distinguishing the different religions and practices..by dividing who you are and who you are not..have we forgotten the fundamentals of humanity?
I wonder..is it really worth fighting for opinions that are so abstract?
I wonder..will I be crucified if somebody comes across this entry of mine?
Daddy's Boy
My Dad was a bit like me - we seldom let our emotions show on our faces, nor do we really say caring words to our loved ones. Things like "be careful", "remember to call back" were words that we seldom hear. However, deep inside, we knew that he cared and even if he was really worried, he would pass it off as a joke.
My mum was the exact opposite - she would nag and nag and sometimes even testing my patience. She would still call me when I was out late, asking when I will be back and my whereabouts - all this despite I am already 26 years old.
On this day where I am setting off for Taiwan for a holiday, my mum was her usual self. "Got bring your toothbrush? Got bring a jacket? Remember to call back home everyday." My Dad was sitting in the living room watching telly not saying anything all this while. "Yah," I said. "All bring liao. Don't worry." And my Mum insisited on escorting me downstairs to flag a taxi with me declining politely. "It's drizzling, I will shelter you with an umbrella," said my mum.
It was then my Dad spoke up,"I will do it", and then proceeded to take an umbrella and opened the door. His actions caught us by surprise, so much so that it was like a command and I couldn't say no.
The taxi came pretty fast and as my father spoke as we were loading the luggage," Have fun but always remember to be careful, especially when you are in foreign land. " And right before he closed the door to my taxi he said," Remember to call back once you touch down. " To which I promised.
Once touched down, I called him and he was back to his macho cool self. "Ok. Just don't bring the swine flu back."
