It’s been a long time since I put up a “Random thoughts” post. So here goes:

I find it ironic when Atheists say “Oh my God” or celebrate Christmas.

I equate girls’ lusting over a hot guy’s abs with guys’ staring at a girl’s boobs.

I still don’t like Korean music. I mean, with Christian music, I was forced to listen to it for a pretty long time, and I came to like it after a while. I can’t do that with Korean music.

I’m confiding in people I thought I’d never like.

I don’t celebrate Halloween because it goes against my religion. None of you Christians should either.

Speaking of religion…. aren’t other monotheistic religions also right, but only practiced in a different way? At least… Christianity, Judaism and Islam should. It was at the prophets where they branched.

My cousin totally looks like Taylor Lautner.

Have you ever….?

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. School has been preventing me from thinking freely. Yeah, I totally DID just say that.


Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in an alternate universe? An alternate reality?

Well, I have.

Have you wondered what it would be like to wake up one day and have a different name?

A different family? A different mother, father, brother, sister? To have a dog instead of a cat?

What if you lived in a different state? What if you drank chocolate milk one day, rather than regular milk?

These things all seem so infinitesimal, so irrelevant. Especially that last one.

And we must always remember Newton’s  third law of motion *(which don’t only apply to motion):

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

In other words, every thing you do, every thing you  say, every thing you THINK…

Has an effect on the future.

If your father had never met your mother, you may not even exist. He may have married someone else. You’d look different, have different brothers or sisters, different name, a different life altogether.

If you had a dog rather than a cat, maybe you wouldn’t be out one night, looking for your dog that ran away. You may actually have studied and passed that math test the next day. Earned that 4.0. Went to Harvard Med. Discovered a cure for cancer. Changed the world.

If you had chocolate milk rather than regular, the chocolate-y goodness wouldn’t have caused you to feel lazy, slack off on the excersizing, gain weight, keep gaining weight, and die from diabetes.

It’s all so crazy, isn’t it?

If you went back in time and killed a mosquito, you may just have prevented malaria from spreading. Then Africans would super populate the earth.

Do you still wish you had a different mother, father or pet?

I don’t. At least, not anymore.

Because through the last few years, there’s one thing I’ve learned, if anything:

Everything happens for a reason.


Today like, all other days, had its ups and downs.

Today at lunch, I let some kids sit at our lunch table because someone kicked them out of their table.  That’s an up, I guess. I felt pretty good, even though some people at our table didn’t like that they were sitting with us.

I got home today and started playing video games with the mentality that “I’ll do my homework later.” Up.

We had a concert today. Orchestra concert. We did rather well. Had a swell time. Up.

On the way home, my aunt made a left going into where McDonald’s is, across from Arco, probably thinking there’s a road going through. “Oh,” she said. “There’s no road.” Then she went forward for a second or two, then took a right.

Into a ditch.

Triple down.

My cousin, his friend and I got out to try to push it out of the mud it was stuck in while my aunt tried to back out. No luck.

I went across the street to ask someone for help. We spent 15 minutes  trying to find somewhere to hook his rope into. We found a place where the spare tire goes. There’s a latch in the compartment. Meanwhile, someone from Les Schwab stopped in. As well as a friend from school who also happened to be at the concert and was stopping by McDonald’s.

He took the first guy’s  “wimpy V6” SUV and tried to pull it out while Mr. Schwab put the car in reverse and tried to back out. The rope snapped.

Next we tried under the rear bumper. The bumper warped. A lot. We had to stop.

Instead of cursing God, though, I praised him. I thanked him for these peoples’ hospitality while my patience wore thin. I thought about reasons maybe why this happened. Then it struck me.

God was testing me. Was he? I think he was, in a way. Testing my faith. Wondering if I would curse Him in dire times. Or to call out to Him as a request or as a praise.

My mom arrived on the scene, frantic. I calmed her down and told her nothing was wrong.

We called a tow truck (thank God for Meridan Towing) that pulled us out in five minutes. That was an hour after we fell in.

As my mom was taking me home, I thought about how I would have to give excuses to my teachers tomorrow, telling them why I hadn’t finished my homework.

Then I thought of something else. Maybe God’s telling me, “Get off your sorry behind and quit procrastinating.”

Maybe this was a reward for being hospitable toward those  two kids who had come to our lunch table today.

Because nothing is a coincidence. Everything happens for a reason.

I don’t know. Things are complicated, man.