Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.
On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.
On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?
On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
You know that facial expression we make when we are with good company, we're having laughs, and we're all smiling, and then we have to part or walk different ways, and then we we walk off, and we're alone, and suddenly we know that there's no more need to keep on smiling, and then our smile falls... and sometimes, when the realities of our lives outside the comfy distraction of good company sinks in, we go from a smile to a despondent fallen look. And for just that one moment, the joke you were sharing, the laugh you were having, just vanishes and is forgotten, if only momentarily, nonetheless, it completely disappears. And in that one moment, the joy of that temporary light-hearted moment is replaced with the grim realities, the back-to-work feeling, the drudgery of unending labour. The brief joyful moment will resurface, potentially only within minutes, but it will no longer be experienced with the kind of immediacy and honesty as it was originally experienced - now, it can only be fondly revisited, as a moment that has gone by. Lke childhood, or adolescence, it can never really be relived, just remembered. Yes, i think right now, i'm remembering a smile from ten minutes ago.
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