PowerBooks, The Jesus Papers

Ok, so I guess Fully Booked wasn't the only one who had bargains. PowerBooks Robinsons had some up as well. Though not as much selection compared to FullyBooked Rockwell as the PowerBooks at Robinson's wasn't that big anyway.

Well anyway, I only got one book from the sale as I've been running around looking for something to give a particular someone who will be celebrating her 17th birthday tomorrow! Woot!

The Jesus Papers by Michael Baigent is something about his finds and research with regards to Jesus' death and resurrection.

• What if everything we have been told about the origins of Christianity a lie?
• What if a small group had always known the truth and had kept it hidden until now?
• What if there is incontrovertible proof the Jesus Christ survived the crucifixion?

Very catchy don't you think? I'm no religious person, and honestly I do have doubts regarding God. What I'm really sure about though is that Religions are always complicated. There are people who use religion for their own sake and to satisfy their insatiable desire for money and power.

I don't have enough knowledge to be asserting more. Everyone has different beliefs and religions they follow. Which one of those Gods are truly real? I don't have a clue.

For me, I'll just do what I think is right. That's the best option I have.

Gone?

I've heard from my friends just a couple of days, how a former classmate got into a grim situation between life and death - comatose. I even heard that what happened had caught up with the media though I wasn't able to watch the news about him.

According to a close friend of his that's visited him everyday, he was shot in the head. The details weren't that clear because she only communicated with me through text message. But that was enough to tell me what's going on.

A crook snatched his celfone. I'm not a close friend of Roland at all. I rarely spoke to him except those times when we had a few chitchats about the online game we were playing. But that's enough to surmise that Roland was the type of guy that wouldn't let someone snatch his celfone without a fight or a mark of his fist on the felon's face. And he did. But I imagine that after he taught the crook a lesson and turned away he was shot right at the head.

Thus... he was in comatose for a week. It's been all so confusing. A day ago, text messages were running around about his death. But after a few hours, I received a text message revoking that affirmation. Quite puzzling? How can someone return from death?

Well anyway, this time around, I was able to watch the news about him. I don't know which information's correct, the media's or my friend's. Nevertheless, I don't think that having hundreds of r.i.p comments on one's friendster can mean any more mistake.

Knowing you, you won't be in peace. I know you want to serve your death justice. I wish for justice.

Were not close friends... But still it's a sad thing.

It's all so unbelievable... No one ever thought that you'd die this young. I really hope the one responsible for this shows up. Nevertheless, he may escape justice, but he'll be eaten up by his guilt. If not, he's definitely a devil with no sort of conscience.

Looking at everything I said, I realize how short life is. You never know when you'll die. I've sometimes wondered how painful dying is -no living person can ever answer that. How about someone else you love dies? I know how the people close to his heart feels. Like how the day the person dies, even after years, feels like just yesterday. I don't want to think about it anymore.

I just know that when someone dies, everything you got is lost. Everything but the memories you left behind. It will never be lost. The moments you've shared with them will never be.

Virginia Tech Shootings

I don't really know how to put it, but I kind of understand why he did it. After I read more about him from the BBC news website.

Well anyway I'd really like to give emphasis to the gunman's message:

"You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today. But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off."

I feel both regret and sympathy for this guy. He probably went through so much pain in his life. Being insulted, pushed down, shoved off and rejected.

"You had everything you wanted. Your Mercedes wasn't enough, you brats. Your golden necklaces weren't enough, you snobs. Your trust funds wasn't enough. Your vodka and cognac wasn't enough. All your debaucheries weren't enough. Those weren't enough to fulfil your hedonistic needs. You had everything."

He hated those people.

"You have vandalized my heart, raped my soul and torched my conscience. You thought it was one pathetic boy's life you were extinguishing. Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenceless people."

He kept everything inside him and it bursts off into one killing spree no on will ever forget.

"Do you know what it feels to be spit on your face and to have trash shoved down your throat? Do you know what it feels like to dig your own grave? Do you know what it feels like to have throat slashed from ear to ear? Do you know what it feels like to be torched alive? Do you know what it feels like to be humiliated and be impaled on a cross and left to bleed to death for your amusement?

You have never felt a single ounce of pain your whole life. Did you want to inject as much misery in our lives as you can just because you can?"

People looked down on him... Made fun of him... Treated him like trash... I understand because I've felt like that... I've felt how pain can play with your mind and push you to the edge.

"I didn't have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It's not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you (expletive). I did it for them."

To tell you honestly, there was a time when I wanted to quit and kill the pain. I thought of "I wonder if I died would it mean anything to them or make them realize that they were wrong".

"When the time came I did it. I had to."

But I'm not like you. You're weak. You let pain get the better of you. I know I'm not that strong to be saying things like this, but at least it was enough to overcome that pain and realize that those crazy things won't do me any good at all. How I pity you for have wasted your life and the innocent others.