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, May 28, 2008
THE DISPOSABLE BOYFRIEND
I once knew a girl who had a boyfriend. and we were all uni students together. and i remember her planning for an overseas postgraduate course without her boyfriend in mind. in her plans, she would get up one morning, fly to another country, live there for two years and then see if things work out.
i've been disturbed by that ever since. is it really normal to start relationships and then plan your life without those relationships in mind? maybe that's the wrong question. maybe the right question is how much should you plan your life around the relationships you start? changing a job, buying a car, putting money down... maybe. migrating to another country? maybe?
really? people really do things like that?
apparently they do.
in a world where identity is forged more between nine and five than in any other hour, it is boyfriends and girlfriends that become disposable. if he doesn't fit into the plan, he wasn't meant for me. if she's fated to be with me, she'll get up one morning, fly to another country and live there for two years. with me.
i'm sad today for all the boyfriends and girlfriends out there whose partners are already planning an overseas life without them. i wonder how they're gonna find out.
Labels: melancholy, society
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