I was curious today, and went to see a video entitled "Gay Rights" On youtube. I wasn't really listening because well honestly I can frankly say I've heard it before.

But when I read the comments...My heart broke for the thousandth time over the same reason.

Everything was all, "The only rights gays have is to be silent while we stone them to death," And despairingly, they were all marked thumbs up.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God what the hell.

But it's comments like these which make me feel a bit better:" if 90% of people were gay the over population crisis would be solved.

Hopefully the 10% hetro minority would not be beaten , executed, tossed out of their homes, laughed at and poorly treated the same way gays currently are.

Also if everyone became a scientist we would produce no more art. If everyone were an artist there would be no more science. Perhaps respect for diversity is a good thing?"

So, for once, I remember the compliment more than I remember the insult =)

And I hope you do too.

Now, I said I would give my blog password to everyone I know in Singapore after I've left, right?

Having second thoughts about it.

I mean, would YOU want your friends to know your deepest darkest secrets? Even if they can't see ya?

Today, while Dad and I were eating breakfast, he remarked casually, "You know, initially, we were supposed to fly off tonight."

I was confused for a second, then a thought came into my mind, scrawled blatantly with big black Magic Markers:

The Migration.

I didn't know what to say. I just stared at my bread, motionless, thoughtless.

And then the Magic Markers wrote something else.

"Thank you God, for giving me some more time to be here."

if anything, the best word to describe this little event would be random. But then again, what is random with God?

But then again, what isn't random with a God so wierd and unpredictable?

And so anti-homosexual?

Unless, of course, God himself doesn't mind homosexuals. I would so desperately love to believe that, but I am a very practical person. I'm afraid I can't go and believe in fairytales willy-nilly no more.


I'm afraid so.