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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.

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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.

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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?

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One line quips, like this.

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

ROMANCE IS CHICKENSHIT

Brodie: Holy shit, Brandi dumped you. Wait a second, aren’t you two supposed to go to Florida?
TS: Yeah. Should’ve left this morning. Oh, it gets worse… I was gonna propose to her.
Brodie: Where?
TS: The Universal tour
Brodie: Are you kidding? What part?
TS: When Jaws pops out of the water.

(silence)

Brodie: That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.
TS: Well too bad I’m not trying to marry you.

- Mallrats.

Romance – i know a few guys who have a pretty different concept of what it is compared to girls. quite unfortunately for them and me, though, romance happens to be one of those things whom girls have the monopoly on – not least of all in the genre of weddings. romance to me is a girl secretly going off to play arcade fire on full blast if i’m having a bad day. but what do i know, romance is supposed to be about three-tiered plastic cakes, meaningless pyramidal wine glass stackups, spooky candle lighting ceremonies, tons of lace and flowers and the one to never forget – the magical diamond that quantifies love.

or have you never heard that love is a scientifically calculable entity, measured in no unit other than karats, plural. some girls will call that romance. i call that chickenshit.

the more weddings i go to, the more convinced i am that weddings are planned by three parties: the two sets of in-laws and the bride. cos i know lots of guys who get married and i know exactly what kinda guys they are. they don’t dig pink ribbons. but i don’t know what is it about weddings but all these men, who normally display more than the standard dose of personality, trade all that in on their wedding day in exchange for a smile of supposed enjoyment when nothing about their wedding reflects their personality. christians like to ask men to rise up, boring, boring cliché. you know where men should rise up? at the wedding planner’s. i’d like to go to a wedding where half of what i see reflects the groom’s personality. sadly, i’ve never been to one. they’re all full of flowers and sentimental vagina music.

one day, when i get married, i’d like to have a wedding that breaks all the conventions of what we think weddings are. not for the sake of being different or special but for the sake of honesty. why can’t people start their marriages with honest weddings? why do we try so hard to construct perfect weddings only to be let down when that mythical entrypoint cannot be recreated in the mundanities of daily living? why can’t we just be ourselves and throw wedding parties that look like us? if a guy likes 90s grunge and his girl has no preference, why should anyone have to hear even one note of the wedding march? do you see my point? it’s just an unending cycle of eating and vomiting the same culture till you no longer know what the constituents mean anymore, you just know they gotta be there.

somewhere in this world, i know there’s a brand of romance that comes completely honest, a romance that reflects the unique identities of the romantics, and i know that when i see the face of this romance, it is something i will love. when i see that brand of romance, i will get married.

Labels: gender, society

Genusfrog [ 12:19 pm ]

2 Comments:

if the guy plans the wedding, i'm sure you'll see whatever you've mentioned in your post but guys rarely do. they think it's a hassle. thus the flowers and wedding march ;P

By cfaithc, at 4:07 pm
scenario 1
charlotte: let's play some rock music during our wedding dinner next time! not too rock, but quite rock.

simon: hah? dowan-lah. play jazz. that's the way (does his jig).

charlotte: ok, can oso.

scenario 2
charlotte: next time sure pening with guestlist. dunno who NOT to invite.

simon: invite only immediate family, close relatives and close friends. parents already had their wedding ceremony. leave ours be.

charlotte: ya, i also won't want our wedding to be like a circus. not personal at all.

scenario 3
charlotte: i read fergus' blog and he wrote that most men aren't exactly included in the wedding planning. what do you think?

simon: yeah, that's true. most of the time, the girl makes the suggestion and the guy agrees/disagrees and gives a bit of input here and there.

charlotte: so what would you want to suggest for ours?

simon: hmm... i'm so simple.. so simple that i'm not too particular about anything, but we can still decide together.

*but why can't it be 'perfect'? what's this about perfect weddings that are so wrong? i'd like to have a great wedding too, simply because it's an incredibly important event.

it doesn't mean that it'll be superfluous, but i'd still like the whole day to go smoothly (in any case, i like everyday to go smoothly...). and i'd also like my husband and i to look relatively good on that day.

minus chickenshit (karats, impractical romance & unnecassary flowers), i think 'perfect' weddings are okay :)

By Anonymous, at 11:41 am