The theoretical existence of God: Why should I say happy holiday instead of Halloween?

Approved image of God in the Vatican City—a concept that is in stark contrast to the Born Again Christian belief as stated in, for example, Jeremiah 10.
TO TAKE A WALK in the mall on the 31st of October certainly leads me to seeing kids and young adults wearing their witches' hat, their lips covered with cosmetics from bloody red to black lipsticks, or their faces powdered-white with extremely pale foundation. Perhaps, other modern-day Halloween party-goers who have the guts would probably wear hazel brown contact lenses, simulating as if they were Edward Cullen of Twilight, or some might strip off their shirt and portray to be someone from the clan of Jacob. I just hope I won't see anybody mummified by white cloth all over his body, accompanied with somebody else who's carrying a sarcophagus, and have plenty of scarabs following them. Well, what can I say?

Dose of sweet caffeine to end bittersweet dreams

“I’LL JUST KEEP ON dreaming ‘til my heartaches end.” This line, I suppose, is the most intellectual advice you could hear from a human being whose heart, poetically speaking, functions more than his brain—someone who decides according to his feelings rather than his thinking. Scientifically speaking, he must have been predisposed by endogenous opioid peptides called the “endorphin,” which is produced by his pituitary gland and his hypothalamus, thus leading to, for example, a feeling of well being.

Yesterday, I’ve spent hours with two of my high school friends, Lee and Angie. We prattled about such things that are pointless for others, I think; yet there’s one thing I’ve noticed: we’ve grown just enough for our age bracket, but in my case, something has been left behind.

The probable rationale behind my depression

“MY EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN, I suppose, is not rooted from an unanswered wish – the lord is blessing me, I believe… Perhaps, only perhaps, one day, I’ll realize that my emotional breakdown comes from the mystery that people have their next life. If there’s a next life, there’s a second chance… But in Christianity, that thought is extremely falsified!”

Regaining ten pounds

YESTERDAY, I SLEPT FOR a couple of hours after eating my post work-out meal. Then, I woke up, ate my lunch, took a bath, and had my appointment with Pamela and Mitz (the incoming EIC and ME of the Pioneer respectively). Mitz treated us in McDonald’s so I ate again, of course…

After finishing the agenda of our meeting, it rained so hard as if the raindrops were daggers striking on the rooftop. I struggled in the rain without an umbrella. I passed by the Carmelite Monastery. I’ve hesitated to go down because of the unfair weather; however, I felt like Someone was calling me in that old building – a voice that I’ve never heard for the past few weeks of my life…