Well this is my first post on my new blog, The Immaterium. Well I shall first say a few things about myself. I am fifteen, I live in Australia, Sydney, I am an atheist and I live in the suburbs, a decently wealthy district. Currently I attend a selective high school, I consider myself intelligent and more than capable, than the average student my age, and I also spend excessive amounts of time on the computer, playing games, talking to people online, listening to music and tweaking my computer.
I find it interesting, to note that, when I got off the bus stop outside my house, that there was an advertisement about ‘Chatting online can lead to stalking online’. Sigh…my whole grade was once shown a DVD about online awareness. Most of it seemed like garbage used by a government who thinks that we are to naive or technologically incompetent to know the risks of using the internet. As a capable person, I do not speak for everyone, but personally, I think that most people who get stalked online, or harassed online merely are extremely sensitive, or had no common sense. Then again alot of people who do get stalked online could also have been people just like me, who thought the same thing, and who were also suckered into it. On that note I would say that I would rather try keep an open mind to this, but I still stand by the somewhat generelised statement. But off that topic now…
I was born in Australia, although I am Asian in appearance. So what nationality do I consider myself? Frankly I couldn’t care less what nationality I am, although I do say I am Malaysian. But the point is, whenever I here someone saying, “I am a (insert nationality here) and in this country we are way better because (insert shitty reason here)”. These kinds of people are just plain arrogant. Those who are proud of their country and go around claiming how good it is are also seemingly of poor standing in my eyes. Although usually I never actually make any comment towards the person about their complete and utter arrogance. The fact is if you don’t like what’s in one country then go tell someone who can change it, I certainly am not going to change Australia’s weather patterns because someone reckons it’s too cold in winter, and too hot in Summer and that it sucks to live here because of it.
Seriously I don’t have any pride for Australia or any country or region in the world. I feel that nationality may make some people’s identity more unique, to them, but to me it is not what country you are from, or what nationality you are proud of which defines your purpose and meaning, it may play a role, but it almost never plays a significant one. I also dislike people who feel that they should constantly complain about another country, except when it concerns outright injustices. Complaining about George Bush or America is useless, blame pushing and a waste of breath. Seriously I don’t want to hear your bullshit about America, because
- I have heard it all before
OR
- It’s some bullshit theory/accusation
Another thing I greatly loath, are those who pretend, assume or believe they are being persecuted in some particular way. As you are about to read, in more detail, I am an atheist. Before I was one I attended a church which claimed that Christianity was being persecuted. ‘ You shouldn’t be scared of this persecution because Jesus endured so much persecution’ or ‘ In today’s society, as a Christian you will find yourself persecuted for you beliefs’ The thing is Christianity is not being persecuted. It is a massive religion. It has friends everywhere, in the government, in the courts and in the heads of many people. Claiming you are being persecuted for the purpose of getting sympathy is childish, it is self-pity and almost everyone does it. Even me. We do these things in a small scale, we complain that we are being picked on, but most of the time it never occurs to us we are just trying to seek console fore ourselves. The blog, Daylight Atheism has a good post on this issue:
http://www.daylightatheism.org/2007/
08/claiming-the-mantle-of-victimhood.html
Another thing I would like to mention is that I am quite an avid writer, I have tried writing previously, before giving up. Later I came back, looked over some of my mistakes and started again. I hope that I will continue and remain dedicated to my writing project, and I’ll be posting up a chapter or two just for feedback. Why do I write? I write because I have an idea. It lingers in my head, it doesn’t go away and eventually I feel the urge to start writing and I must say that I am fairly pleased with my current book, which at the moment has no title and has remained fairly secret from even my family and friends.
Well as I said above, I am an atheist. Yes that’s right an atheist. It’s a long story of my trip from Theism down to Atheism, yet to me, it holds a special significance. No it isn’t a miracle story, there is nothing really spectacular about it actually. But the fact is, it gave me several things. It gave me insight. It gave me hate. It gave me anger. And it gave me another of many perspectives of our world. This is yet another topic I shall decant on later, but as I have said, it was a long journey and to me it means much, but trying to be not so narrow minded, I can make a rough guess that to you, it will probably be a boring, unspectacular or difficult to understand. Nevertheless, I feel I should settle it, so I will. Eventually.
Alright then, well I shall make brief mention of today’s events, which involved me going to another day of school. I never really see school as something which I hate or despise. I feel mostly impartial towards it. Except at the end of the holidays, where I usually dread returning, which I, again not wanting to be narrow minded, think that most other people dread also. Although as i said, maybe not, maybe some people enjoy school, and to them, I say ‘Fair enough’.
Anyway we went about Wednesdays as they usually go about. I had to spend a fair part of the day, reading my eight hundred page fantasy novel which I have to finish by the weekendend and then write a book review about. The book is called, ‘The Eye of the World’ by Robert Jordan, in the Wheel of Time series. It feels quite Tolkien based, and I couldn’t help imagining some of the characters as being little farm people with hairy soled feet who enjoyed a good lot of food and mushrooms (possibly the drug kind). I usually can read a book fairly quickly, but this book, just doesn’t appeal all that much to me, and when a book doesn’t appeal to me I can never read it quickly, or feel very motivated to do so. The book is too Tolkien and I hate those kind of books where the main character or his friends seem to dodge every single arrow, or they take a sword in the gut and miraculously it causes a mere flesh wound, whereas when their enemy takes an injury, he keels over and falls dead in a half-second, despite being a gigantic, strong and thick skinned ogre.
Well back to Wednesday, following twelve o’clock I went to sport. Badminton was the same old stuff. Although, I do remember one time, I was asked to verus one of the better badminton players in my grade, possibly the best, and it was merely a friendly match. I was going badly at first, repeatedly missing many of his fast low shots, that I usually manage to counter. What followed after, was odd. I felt something, a driving urge to not only do better but to show that I was capable of being competition. Shortly afterwards I told myself to concentrate, usually I always ignore all that garbage stuff like ‘Focus on the ball/bat/shuttlecock, clear your mind’ . But this time it more or less came naturally to me, I didn’t need to clear my mind or any of that, and soon I started pounding around the court, beating back almost everything that came to me. I lasted for a fair amount of time, before exhaustion overtook me, but it was a good feeling, a sort of satisfaction.
Anyway after that sterling game of badminton, I left the sport venue and took a train to my station. While on the train I walked into a friend (his blog is Receuvium, on my blog roll), we didn’t say much because his station was coming up in about thirty seconds, anyway I got off the train at my station and headed for the library. On the way I met a good friend of mine, a senior from year 11, we went to a cafe, bought some food and talked for twenty five or so minutes, mostly cracking jokes or talking about school. We then caught the bus and did the same for most of the bus trip before I got off, outside my house and said goodbye. Ah, I always love just sitting and chatting with someone who can be funny, entertaining and fairly intelligent, although I rarely talk about more serious issues with this particular person
After reaching home, nothing very remarkable happened. I spent most of the time reading that book, but I felt extremely tired, I soon slumped off to sleep, book lying closed next to me. Later my mum woke me up for dinner and following that I went about my usual evenings, before settling down at about nine for a good old laugh at ‘The Chaser’s War on Everything’. I particularly enjoyed their fireworks display mocking the APEC. Basically what they was, during the APEC fireworks at the Harbour bridge, they set off their own fireworks display, across the harbour, including a light up sign saying ‘APEC sucks’. I don’t really agree or disagree with the sign, but all I can say is I enjoyed the APEC Friday public holiday.
Well that was basically my day, I probably won’t post anything like that, describing my possibly dull day, in it’s total entirety. Although, personally today was quite a decent day and I feel fairly satisfied at making this blog.
Anyway thanks for reading, I guarantee I’ll post some more interesting stuff up later, I just felt I had to do this as an introduction to my blog.
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