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, January 09, 2008
Crime! nice. what did we have on our plate last year?
7,000 gang robberies
12,000 car thefts
24,000 night time break-ins
we had an incident at home in muar last year. intruder fell from the roof into our garden, just outside the wet kitchen. the man was knocked out by the fall. my mum called the police. one hour later, they sent an ambulance. they got the intruder up and led him out to the street and released him. the police never showed up.
the police station is down the road from my house.
mister prime minister, my house doesn't need a cctv camera. we need a policeman when we call for a policeman.
apparently, the police are smarting over the fact that "non-firearms robberies by single individuals" have gone down. two possibilities.
one - maybe last year they all got themselves firearms?
two - maybe now they're all gang robbers.
but seriously, what are everyday people gonna do about crime? as a young churchgoer, i'm told to look beyond myself and be concerned about the world i live in. what am i gonna do about crime? pray? jewel said, "there are many people who pray for peace, but if praying were enough, it would have come to be".
i think this is the reason why i avoid reading the papers. i don't feel like i can influence the outcome of what goes on in our country. i know that if everyone thought like that, change will never take place, but when i see stats like this, the whole thing just looks... so big.
Labels: in the papers, society
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