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, October 10, 2008
THE POP RECORD TEST
When i was growing up, i had a test to see if an album could hold up as a good pop record.
the test was this: an album needed to have four solid singles and two solid album tracks. Doesn't matter if the rest was shyte. if an album had six songs that did it for me, it was worth the 40 precious teenager's dollars.
my jury has largely returned on oasis' supposedly colossal lp dig out your soul. but a few of my jurors are still drinking teh ais and talking about be here now so i will wait for them to return before i pass judgment on this album.
so while i wait for my sophisticated senses to return from their deliberation, i fall back today on my teenager's test to a good pop album: four good singles, two good album tracks. and i realise one thing.
this isn't a pop record.
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