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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.


MAIN THEMES

On identity
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.

On Christianity
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.

On dreams
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.


OTHER THEMES

On melancholy
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.

On language
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.

On politics
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?

On society
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.

On philosophy
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.


CHAT





Monday, March 19, 2007
THE SURF DREAM

Over this weekend, i met a guy who was a diver. his name was alan and he told me tons of diving stories, about aquatic life, all the things that's bitten him, all the scary fish he's seen, and all the great and wonderful times he's had 20 metres underwater.

that got me thinking... earlier this year, i said that one of the 207 things i wanted to achieve in 2007 was to learn how to surf.

now i'm thinking of a weekend with some friends by the beach with a surfboard, evenings staring out into the sun, and when the waves come in, we ride out. we can drink at the beach and sit in the sand for hours. crash into a chalet and wake up in the morning to head out to the water again. one day, i will make that happen. one day, i will get some surfing lessons, get myself in shape, get myself swimming better and really go make that happen. i don't even know why, of all the more aquatic, slightly more extreme sports, it was surfing that got me. i look at surfers and i think it must be such a nice life. and while i know that, like the waves on which they ride, the whole thing is extremely momentary, today i long for that kind of momentary joy.

i wanna be able to do what alan did - meet someone new and have a story to tell. to be able to say i held it off till one day, i realised that life was too short, and so i took five days of leave, headed out to the coast and did it. i don't know if i'll ever do it. my parents just came back from new zealand and they watched people bungee jump. with some people, you can always count on them doing it. with me, i dunno sometimes if it's all a lot of hot air. maybe i'll never do it. maybe that's all i am sometimes - a daydreamer with a blog.

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