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, February 27, 2008
ON ROMANCE AND THE ELECTION
Disclaimer: No, despite its title, this post does not contain election/erection jokes.
Quite a long time back, i fancied a girl. and what i did when i fancied her was, i let her know it. quite unequivocally and without much indication of my own terms either. she knew that i liked her. now it was up to her to like or not like me.
can follow right?
one of my friends scolded me. he told me i couldn't court a girl like that. he said, "now she holds all the cards. what do you hold? nothing". and i thought, ya he's right. the ball is entirely in her court. she can do to me as she please. she can try other guys and if they don't fit, she can come back and say ok, i kinda like you. if they fit, she may not even come back. that's bad courtship strategy.
same thing with elections.
if you vote like your vote doesn't need to be courted, the party you vote for will never have to woo you properly. you will never receive flowers on your birthday, a juicy telephonic kiss at night and surprise delivery of breakfast in bed. if chinese people vote for mca as if it was a default setting, the BN coalition would never have to court chinese votes. you always tell your friends this girl or that guy is taking you for granted. and you say "dump them liao!". well, why are you still fetching mca to the mall and waiting in the car for her to buy shoes and handbags? i'm not being partisan here. i'd say the same thing if the roles were reversed.
make the party court you. your vote, like your dignity in romance, can never be put on a standing order.
9:45 am ]