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 02, 2008
ON MIRRORS AND HOUSEKEEPING
You don't really know what you look like. You only know what your reflection looks like.
- Athalia Lee
I've been looking into mirrors more than i normally do. not because i'm the new narcissus on the block either, just that i've been needing to look presentable. mirrors are curious things. look at them too often and you're vain. look at them too little and you realise you've been going everywhere with facepaint that says 'I is idiot' for the last few days. it's a tricky balance. the same balance applies when holding a mirror up on your own blog.
i think GCB was terribly depressing last year. from chinese new year onwards, i was whining about life, post after post. let's hope this year isn't as miserable yea. i tried the one-liner daily post thing in december and i'll be continuing that. (the idea is to register on people's rss feeds everyday - clever or not?)
i've always flirted with the idea of being more political on my blog. dunno if i'll go down that road. but i know i used to get really disproportionately fired up over ridiculously inane things. like people who wear che guevara tees. what an angry boy. well, i'm not so angry anymore. but i'd still like to see myself passionate again. on a mildly related note, ps lee choo always says that young adults need to stop whining about their own lives and start looking at and being concerned about the world around them. she couldn't be more right. so this year, i'd like to whine less about my life and whine more about why the world is so full of stupid idiots. (:P)
regretful bunny is still my baby. he'll pop his head out every once in a while.
otherwise... it should be business as usual. and i'm not resolving to post more. ok. i'm feeling very self-conscious now. there comes a point when looking into the mirror where you know that you don't have 'I is idiot' written on your face and looking for another ten seconds isn't gonna make it appear just so you can wash it off. housekeeping is done.
happy new year!
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