well ,its a new year, nothing much different from the previous one, sun's still in the same place. i still have the fyp to finish and now its getting really hot under the collar for me. the interim report is due in less than 2 weeks and i have absolutely no idea WHAT exactly i need to prepare. hahaha..
i think i am a little bit screwed now.
anyway, i got into an argument with my mother today. what better way to start the new year than with some vocal excercise, right?>_< well, it started innocently enough as an intellectual discussion but as discussions go, things always seem to get out of hand. the discussion was about religion.well, some background information is in order here. my mother and I, we have different beliefs. she has her faith and i'm basically an atheist. my underlying argument is there are always some flaws in every religion, no matter how miniscule. every religion claims they are practicing the true path,so wat exactly is the right path to take? it really depends on the guy himself right..look at it this way, if there is such a thing as a perfect religion, then there would only be one religion in the world already, right?
thats when this became an argument. Personally i cant stand people who insist the religion they practice is 'correct' and brand other religions as pagan.i mean, its fine if u're a buddhist and some other guy is a roman catholic. but dont start bashing other people just because he doesnt think that some guy can part the sea. reasonable right? the thing with my mother is, she has this idea that everyone's a heretic and its only a matter of time before everyone 'sees the light' and converts. Or something to that effect.
well....enough to say there werent any conclusion to that discussion.
anyway, my sister is starting her first three months at JJC tomorrow. that would mean she is the third person in the family to go there,after me and my elder brother. kinda cool huh? it would be uncanny if she gets into house Jenner, cos me and my brother were both in Jenner too. it has been a while since i last went back to my alma matar. went by a few times but never really went inside and take a look around. i'm not even sure whether the teachers who taught me are still around. would be really interesting if they can recognise me. i still can remember the sight of my GP teacher, Mr Pidduck, as he struggles to get his about 1.9m frame into his classic Mini. He was such an affable man. sigh, i miss college life already.