Why Bother?

Many people think that God is exist. They believe that God is perfect and there's no such a thing called mistake that He could make. Let's just say that He's a well-planned guy.

I have to admit that I'm not really sure whether God is exist or not. I mean, everything would make sense if he didn't exist. It would makes sense why I'm stuck in this world. If God is not exist, then I'm really sure that I was born because a mistake or a coincidence. You choose.
But if God really exist, why do He even bother creating me? To watch me suffer? Well...if it's what He want, then He must be happy seeing me suffer by now.

The other thing I hate about what people think about God is God got everybody in his hands. Geez...I doubt that! If he really got everybody in his hand, why there are still so many poverty and lots of other things like that? Because He got His own plan? I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT. If He really do have a plan, why there are still lots of sadness in this world? Or maybe He actually has a plan, but that plan is not a good one. Not a very smart one.

The other thing that has been stuck in my mind for almost a decade is, if he really THAT great, why did He made heaven and hell? Because He wants an end of us? f that what He wants than why makes 2? Can't He just choose and make one of them? I mean, if He just made one end of us, I really want to have my end right away, because I'm starting to hate my live even worse than before.

Many people told me that it is not a good thing to toy someone or something that has a feeling. But what about God? He's currently toying us, remember? Is it just me or it is REALLY unfair? Since the first time I touch the keyboard to write this post, I've been wondering, why did God create us? Is it because He's bored? Because He want something new? Or because He's lonely?

I don't know which one is the true answer, but why do I have to bother it? Since I already here, it seems like I have to join His game until He put me to an end.





To God, who might wanna know what his creation think.

NUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BROTHER IS HERE!!!!!!!
NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FAMILY IS HERE!!!!!!!!
NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M BROKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STRIPPER IS NOT HERE!!!!!

A While To Think, A Time To Rest

It's been a pretty long time since I wrote the last post. I never. meant to do that. The reason why I didn't wrote any more is because I need time to think about some stuffs. It might not important, but I really want to think about it. Those stuffs has been stuck in my mind for months, some of them even stuck for years.

It kinda hurts when I realized that I was tangled by all those unimportant stuffs. Those stuffs is...I don't know...making it hard for me to breath? I don't know. A good friend of mine told me that I should just go nor forget it. I tried and I made it...for a few minutes. I just don't know what the heck is happening to me. Everything seems so blur. I no longer have the passion to read and eat (even though I ate 4 slice of pizza and a little bit of lasagna and spaghetti last night, they didn't taste as good as how they used to be. The things that they, those problem, haven't take from me are my passion to write and my faking face.

Realizing how much those stuffs have burdening me, I decided to go out and try some new stuffs. It's not easy. At least not as easy as those stupid books say. But I think I'm doing it pretty well. I know that I still need lots of time to finish all of them, at least I manage to finish some of them by know. I just hope that everything would go as smoothly as I hope.




Best Regards,





_NZmrc_