Today, amidst all festivities, celebrations, greetings and presence of people, only in one thing did i managed to find perfect solace. That is, the joy of eating crisp red oil-laden ba kwa, which is quite saddening.
This year's Chinese New Year, thus far, has brought me quite to the limit of mental frustration, not at myself, but at many people whom I've known and whose lives I've been exposed too since a long time ago. Further aggravating my sanity would be, least expectedly, the malicious acts of our old friend, the dear spammer, who continues to defame my virtual reputation through inscribing rubbish on the blogs of my cherished acquaintances, as some of you might have realized. Accept my apologies please.
If I do find this person, God knows what I'll do to him, for killing my image, and more importantly, for defiling the sanctity of "Ehlao"(it's an insider).
I suppose this is petty vengeance for my banning of his access here. This audacity also my recent discovery, that was, about 5min ago, as I browsed through a few of my friends' urls. But that is of course the least of my concerns tonight.
Well, at this point, you may have realized that I incorporate a certain degree of sophistry of language in many of my posts, especially on those where I deal with more delicate and staid issues. Herein, I frankly admit this is to ward off people who don't really give a shit to what i say or write, people who just read for the sake of busybodiness. Nah, I'm not angry here, I'm just dumbfounded by the maturity of the Singaporean society. So if you're still reading now, read on seriously, but with a smile:D.
I however maintain my prevalent sentiment of dissatisfaction. The church has always been prompt about creating and maintaining explosive image in hope of "raking in" new believers. At least that's what it seems to me. The choir never mounted the stage weekly for the ordinary sundays in attempt to aspire much less inspire worship, in the presence of men who escape from their weekly vexations to seek tranquility in the holy temple. Many active members exude joyous, loving auras on festive occasions, only to be for themselves.
They say the 40 days campaign was an exponential success. I do admit I was touched by Him a few times during the process. Nevertheless, in my eyes it still resembled a totalitarian regime of follow the mortal finger. Idealists saw a stepping stone emerge, realists saw a tragedy. I presently am in no power to vote, but wholly, I feel, I do have the right to narrate the status of this "exponential success", or detrimental calamity, whatever you may call it.
On the other side of the coin, I assert that there are beacons of light within this lost colony, they just need to find each other. There is always hope, as there is always Him. But realistically, nothings gonna happen with just prayer. We have to do it. We have to start realizing that some things just aren't meant to be, that some things need deeper thought.
Finally, I confess that this entire post is most probably biased, flawed, or perhaps even twisted to a certain extent, because the producer himself is no embodiment of perfection. Maybe I will update on these issues in the near future. Apologies again to those who got spammed on your blog under my name, I assure you I don't tag people for fun.
So, have a Happy Chinese New Year. For me, I've only got another 18 minutes for something else that's worthy of praise to happen to me, till this day ends. What a pessimistic day humph.
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