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, August 06, 2008
Athalia's been surfing a lot of mommy blogs. wait, correction. athalia's been surfing mommy blogs a lot. just a few, but she ploughs through them, right into the archives and devours everything. first it was heather's blog, dooce. heather's this ex-mormon mom with a little girl called leta and her husband jon.
because she (she here being athalia) reads it like the daily bread, i try to keep up as well. otherwise, she'll drop a line somewhere in the evening like "you know when heather something something last week?" and i'm "err... ya. but you know, i don't retain these things very well". so anyway, that's heather in the picture, on the right, on the today show. yes, i even knew she was gonna wear that dress before she did the show. i've been reading i tell ya.
but now it's not just heather anymore. it's also a british mom called antonia. with her little girl esme. and her lover ian (the first draft of this post had "boyfriend" but i've since been corrected. ian is antonia's lover). antonia's blog is called whoopee and i've just added her rss feed to my daily drip-feed. in a matter of days, i'll be acquainted with the daily lives of two young mothers, retained in homage to every ounce of liverpool junk that athalia has taken on board to read with a smile. difference is, these moms aren't hot. not even in the fernando torres kinda way.
nonetheless, antonia is frighteningly like athalia. they must have hired the same general to strategise all their domestic fights. which makes reading antonia's blog doubly important for me, as i've just pointed out to her: (1) because she likes it, (2) because she's like it.
mommy blogs are a whole blogging genre of their own. and reading them is gonna become a norm for me now. i just know it. and one day, athalia's gonna become one herself. heck, she's gonna become the mommy blogger of mommy bloggers. just she wait.
Labels: gender, internet
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