We’re still packing. My goodness, we’ve found a ton of stuff we never knew we had. For example, a sword that we somehow got hold of. Don’t ask me how it got through the customs. It’s here, and what do we do with it?

And back to my main concerns. How the hell are we moving the piano? The new place hasn’t got a lift that goes to all the levels, so the movers will have to cart it down a flight of stairs. Or they’ll have to bring it up 10 flights of stairs if it doesn’t fit. And I’ll throw a huge fuss if it gets scratched.

My parents know I love my piano as much as I love my Macbook. That’s why the laptop’s coming with me to school. I go to school on Tuesday with all my stuff, earbuds, charger and all. The movers descend, bring everything over to the new place. I go back to the new house and trade in my keys for the new one via the maid.

And, of course, somewhere along the way, Murphy invokes his law and we get a SNAFU.

There’s a huge amount of boxes in the living room. Things like the beds will be moved last. I’m hoping that my Chinese textbook and workbook gets misplaced along the way. Logically, the Irony Gods will do all they can to protect my books.

Let’s continue the ramblings.

There’s actually a song dedicated to Rei Ayanami on Youtube. You should have a good grasp of Japanese, or you won’t understand it.

Eh, who cares. It’s a catchy song, and you don’t need to understand it to know it’s good. And let the flames from the purists pour in and immolate me.

Yeah, my cooking somehow ends up as an offering to the gods. Half the time it’s a bloody sacrifice, and the rest’s a burnt offering. Don’t ask how my mind made the jump from being flamed to a joke about my cooking.

Alright, off to swimming, then more packing!

Back.

I’m definitely not happy.

One of my ex-classmates popped up on my wall with one of the old nicknames I had.

I got quite a few long chats from classmates, who I swear, will become paparazzi when they grow up.

This means that saying darkly “There are some things from primary school that I don’t want to mention.” doesn’t work.

This also means that running out of patience and saying something along the lines of “STFU GTFO” doesn’t work too.

And this means that the only viable option is to block them. That's very useful, but school starts tomorrow.

Repeat after me:

ARGH! SCHOOL'S STARTING AND I HAVEN'T COMPLETED MY HOMEWORK!

Thank you. If you hear a scream in my neighborhood, that would be me trying to scream out my frustrations. My mom, being her bitchy self as usual doesn't help. Hell, she'd be a Tsundere, except she needs to grow her dere side out.

Knowing her, that's like asking Mio to grow some balls.

At least SuperBitch knows that I can swear fluently in English and Hokkien too.

I shall not go into details. I don't know how to write Hokkien in a way that lets readers know it's Hokkien and not Hakka or Cantonese at first glance. Adding "(Hokkien)" at the end of the curse is not a viable solution. Neither is adding that after every single word in Hokkien.

Oh well, back to deep philosophical thinking.

You might want to scroll until you see "Alright, rant over."

God.

Yeah, everyone loves talking about the big dude up there. We have the theists, who go, "Pick mine! Pick mine! Or you'll go to hell!"

The athiests, who go, "Don't pick! Don't pick! Gods are just a manifestation of the overactive imagination!"

And, the agnostics, who go, "Hmm... I dunno..." while the theists and atheists scream that their side of the fence is greener.

I believe that God, or whatever you'd like to call him doesn't exist. Yes, now that you've gotten my allegiances sorted out, let's begin the deep Fauxlosophic Narration.

Yes, that too, is a trope.

Anyway, my main proof is the Riddle of Epicurus. Right there, I've just disproved practically all the religions.

The only problem is that to prove/disprove the existence of a higher power, we need proof that'll sway us, and that is impossible.

For example, I'm claiming that a cow is blue, while you're trying to convince me otherwise. You bring me a cow that's black and white. I say that that's not the cow I was talking about. YOu could bring me all the cows in the world and kill 'em all, and I can just repeat myself. Whatever you throw, I can always counter with an argument, because there's no way to prove beyond all reasonable doubt that there isn't a blue cow.

Don't look at me like that. I am much deeper than most people suspect.

Alright, now that I've just disproven both sides about proving the other wrong, I admit that given a choice, I am willing to believe in gods.

What if higher powers are omnipotent, but not omniscient? That would counter the Riddle of Epicurus.

Another issue I have is how people always assume the same things.

1) That the higher powers know how to carry out whatever grand XanatosGambit they want.

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2) That they actually care about humanity.

If 1) is wrong, then whoever's up there knows how to create us, but can't be bothered to keep tabs over us or isn't affecting, preferring to observe. Or like Yuki, they can only observe, not to affect. Damn, I'm seeing anime everywhere.

If 2) is wrong, then we might not be the smartest beings on Earth. Take whales. Strictly speaking, their language systems is almost twice as complex as the average of all language systems on Earth. Everything from English, to Chinese, to French, to Arabic. Ants use a complex set of pheromones and hormones to communicate and can lift hundreds of times their own weight.

My personal belief is that if someone/something up there exists, they just created the laws of physics, and made trillions of universes. That would just bring in the Anthropic Principle and answer the numerous events that led to self-replicating life forming, to life evolving to gain oxygen-breathing bodies, and finally sentient life.

Another issue is the perception that God is a old guy in a toga or something similar. Hell, God could be a girl in a bikini, or a formless mass of pure data undetectable to humans, that isn't constrained by time, space or dimensions. Oh wait, that's the IDSE.

Alright. Atheists, theists and censors, feel free to quote-mine and twist my words by putting them out of context via ellipses, careful selection of words and/or paraphrases. Really. You guys really give me hope for humanity's survival.

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Wow. I just doubled the length of my blogpost with my rambling stream of thoughts. Somehow, I feel like getting approached by an evangelist. Try throwing them the Riddle of Epicurus for starters. When you find that they've been quoting the Bible a little too much, ask if they believe that the Bible is absolute. If they say yes, smile and ask them about Ezekiel 23:20, which I quote from TvTropes, "There she [Oholibah, one of the kingdoms of Israel] lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses."

Once they declare Discontinuity, throw back their original statements about the Bible's truth. If they declare that that's just out of context, skip to this step and ask them about the Song of Solomon.

If they had declared Discontinuity, tell them immediately that it's a song about sex, and the closest thing resembling porn in the Bible.

If they had declared out of context, well... this is your chance to show what Out Of Context really is. This was from the Hebrew Bible.

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Nice of you to rejoin us here.

I'd rant even more, but I need to save some for tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.

Mabel, Philosopher-in-training.