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.
Monday, March 05, 2007
I'm gonna lay off the misery because all i've been recently is a miserable git. and my life really isn't so bad so i'll just knock it off. and so, in its place, something completely menial.
HOW DO YOU SEDUCE?
I was in a conversation recently about seduction. and the question going round was "what will you do if you want to seduce someone?" it's a valid question. some people will dress a certain way, some will turn on certain charms, and others might even go splash the cash. if nothing else, knowing your modus operandi helps you know when you're unconsciously trying to spin some chick when you're not supposed to.
"I will turn on the geek", that's what i said. i'll find something in the conversation and geekify myself over it, in a supposedly hip display of inane expertise. after all, everyone likes inane expertise, right? well, maybe not. nonetheless...
i think i can be a geek over some aspects of music, like the beatles, britpop, and sixties. i'm even better at film - and i think i can hold up pretty well on almost any genre or film movement since the Lumieres. but what i think i'm best with is world cup history. there ain't nothing like world cup history for me, and i recently also told my friends that i'll take on anyone who's watched the world cup from 1966 onwards.
actually, i doubt my seduction strategies will yield much. who da heck turns to the legendary 4-3 1970 semi-final between Italy and Germany when he wants to seduce a girl? well, granted i've no business seducing anyone right about now (or, like, whenever), i don't think my ridiculous approach to social allurement is gonna get tested very much.
"oh, but i know this girl who knows her music, and she knows her films, and she's really into football", one of them said.
then you better keep her far from me.
Labels: gender, identity
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