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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



Flashback.

Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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Designed by: Ahting



Silent Prayers ,
Wednesday, October 8, 2014 | 6:45 PM



神啊,我是郑歆颖,今年十八岁,住在新加坡。我是那个每次拜拜时不知道要求什么而最后求您保佑世界和平,合家平安的女孩。我不是一个忠诚的信徒,我没有像我爸妈一样天天忠诚地烧香,所以我知道我没有权利向您要求什么。但我总是在我最无助,最无知的时候向您祈祷,求您给我一些答案。

记得我小学五年级那一年,一直以来全校第五名的我问您我可不可以得到全校第三名。我没丢到一个僧杯 (seng4 bei1)。那一年,我得到了全校第十名。三年后,我在中三时,有了一个我爱不释手的男朋友。我希望我们会天长地久,因此,为了让自己在这段感情上更有信心,我跪在你的面前,问您我会不会嫁给这个男人。您又没有给我一个僧杯。不到半年后,我们真的分手了。

我记得,没得到僧杯是件非常失望的事。当那一个朝天,一个面地的僧杯掉落在地上,声音是多么的响亮,心,是那么的沉重。我也越来越不喜欢面对你。但在二零一四年的莫一天,我又跪在您的面前。一把眼泪,一把鼻涕地求您让我重病的爸爸好起来,因为我认为他是这世界上最值得快乐的人。我记得我绝望地求您把我这一生的十年换我爸爸的健康。我想,那该是我这一生最无助的一晚。过几天,我爸的病好了,我又跪在您面前,不停地磕头,不断地道谢。

也许这几年来您真的一直在看着我成长,看着我在床上呐哭的夜晚。我变了。小时候,会为不重要但认为是全世界的人或事哭泣。渐渐地,想法改变了,落泪的理由也不一样了。不曾为这个家着想的我,开始担心如何为父母承受家里的负担。接近大考的来领,我不想问我能不能考到状元,我不必知道我会不会继续和我重要的朋友联络,能考到怎么样的成绩我也不必知道。但我很想问您,我有没有本事为我爸妈扛着这个家的负担?

这一次,您能给我一个僧杯吗?

I would like to apologize to my non-chinese readers (assuming that I have any) for typing out the post in Chinese at the beginning (and then apologize to my Chinese readers for the bad use of the Chinese language which doesn't do the language justice) and for the long hiatus (which I don’t think needs any explaining). Anyways, the front part about the post is what goes through my mind when I pray. I typed it in Chinese because as a part-time Buddhist, I speak to my Gods in my Mother Tongue which feels more personal.

I claim that I am a part-time Buddhist because I am not a firm believer and commit the crime of only falling back on my Gods when I feel truly helpless and lost. I say that it is a crime because it is like taking their powers and protection for granted and only turning to Them, begging for their help, when you really need Them and totally forget about Them in times of happiness, not crediting or recognizing the protection they bestow on you 24/7.

One thing that never ceases to amaze me though, is that when I kneel before my God, my dad will tell me to think in my head what I want to say to them and WALA they will know and listen to me. I can’t decide whether it’s that my mind is being read or I was momentarily possessed then my head and heart got looked into without my realizing of it. But when I think about it, if They can know what I’m thinking without me opening my mouth, then They will probably think of me as a very undeserving human being for all the pure-evil and sadist thoughts I have every so often (which I refuse to share because it would be suicidal. LOL.)

I am no expert in the field of religion but I would like to explain the terms I used in my Chinese passage (more like a confession really). Basically, 僧杯 (seng4 bei1)is a holy object that comes in a pair which you throw when you ask the Buddha a yes or no question (well you can’t expect an essay of answers because there are so many people in the world and there just aren’t enough Gods to go around to answer to the billions of doubts and questions around the world… Some as useless as asking for 4D numbers. Oppos I digress.)

Anyways, getting a 僧杯 (seng4 bei1)means that the answer is yes and it is indicated by the holy object facing opposite directions, either up or down. SO, if the pair of objects (example: two fifty-cents coins) are both facing up, the answer to your question is no and if both are facing down, the answer is also ‘no’. So, if you do your mathematics, the probability of getting a ‘yes’ is 33.3% (…still higher than the probability of me getting into the course that I want to enter in University. LOL.)

And some photos of what I've been up to: (which felt like centuries ago)

CIP at Boon Lay - with ruined shoes no thanks to muddy field

Kellie's Eighteen - accompanied by three hours of non-stop laughter at Seoul Garden

Kaiwen's Eighteen - best AFTERNOON BBQ ever which ended with a few rounds of billiard


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