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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
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Friday, May 18, 2007
 MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTSI was asking chris yesterday if he gauges his favourite music based on his favourite artistes or albums. he said albums. that makes him objective. me - i've always been a fanboy. i love my artistes in spite of all their misadventures, and i'm almost inclined to cast aside all intelligence when someone whom i love does something that i want to love. like my blueberry nights. lennie emailed me a story on this today and i've spent my entire morning googling production stills of kar wai's new movie - the very american film about a girl who travels across the country to understand love. or something like that. i'm swooning. i just told eevon that i'm so in love already, i think i'm going to cry. i know... i know... i'm very over like that. adrian once said "eh why your family all so over wan ah?" he said that because audrey said she wanted to cry when he told her tori amos released her new album. it can't be the stock - i've never seen my parents fall in love with beauty like this before. i'm glad there are people like chris in this world - people who can keep the artists honest and call a duck a duck. it's people like him who free up the rest of folks like me to be giddy lovers, diving headlong into passionate sensorial affairs. "i don't care what they say", i declare like a headstrong flame. i'm in love. Labels: arts Genusfrog [
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