Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit 'em
Lethal poison for their system
Richard intro me this song called Paper Planes by MIA. Indeed it is the right song to start your both gloomy or shiny morning. And gotta admit it swings back your memories to Slumdog Millionaire!
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talking about Slumdog Millionaire, i've got my own version ;)
Horndog Millionaire
A man and his wife went to bed one night and the man was getting very frisky and asked his wife if she was in the mood.
His wife answered, “Not tonight dear I have a headache.”
The man replied, “Is that your final answer”?
She said, “Yes.”
He said. “Ok, then, I’d like to phone a friend.”
I encountered a funny yet significant conversation between a friend of mine who is a Muslim and another female friend who believes she is a free thinker. There has been quite a tense stand-off between these two over the question of Religion.
To keep it short, name it X (muslim) and Y (free-thinker).. Y started asking that why do people believe in God when life is all about living and dying.
X said : "So you can just kill people, taking someone life to your desire in your life?"
Y replied : "Murder is not always wrong. It depends."
X replied : "What! What makes you think that you're not wrong to murder? So why don't you just kill someone right away after you walk downstair just now if you think that it depends."
Y replied : "If someone threatened to harm my friends, why can't I protect them."
X replied : "You can't kill anyone. It is not our job to end someone elses life. Hell is the only place for murderers."
Y replied : "How can you be sure if there's heaven and hell? There is no evidence. It doesn't sound real to me."
X replied (pissed off) : "ok your dead friend gonna sms you that he is either in Heaven or Hell later."
lol.
To me, we're just like a 3-year-old kid, not a very good example though, that has to obey whatever our parents tell us.
So try swapping Parents to God. They are not the same of course but they have something in common which is both love the child so much. So as a kid, we know nothing but to question and eagerly figuring out stuffs. To this extend, unlike towards our parents, we can't question God. Why? Because he is GOD. His standard is just so high. Up to this point my response usually is, "Who do you think you are?" The response I get from most believers is, "Well, I know I am a child of God." So then, if we know that we are children of God why we are still struggling with self-awareness; perhaps, we don't really know who God is.
