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.
Friday, May 23, 2008
romania has a defender called Rat
against holland, italy and france
dunno how a Rat is gonna stop them
he's gonna... do a lot of running
i wonder if romania can squeak out a result in that group
see if they can gnaw their way into the second round
unless the oponents are cheesy, in which case he might eat them for breakfast
it's gonna be raining cats and dogs between italy, france and holland
they must find romania to be... such a pest
theyap: well, unless of course if he happens to be an attacking fullback, then he can attack them like a plague
Fergus: shit, i'm all out on bad puns
Fergus: i bet he can trap the ball well
theyap: hmm and if he can, Romania might be able to tail the others enough to get through
Fergus: yeah, if not they'll just have to take the mickey
Labels: dialogue, humour
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