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.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
DEATH OF SAFARI
I think somebody sitting in a stinky tech support cubicle a quarter of the world away woke up one morning, took a stab in his post-slumber stupor at a list of web browsers and decided that he would block all safaris from running.
to the guy behind this decision, i hate you. for robbing me of my favourite web browser, i sincerely hate you.
i've now reinstalled firefox because i refuse to use the monstrosity that is internet explorer. i've got no complaints with firefox. in fact, it might even be a superior browser. but i love safari. i love it's stability, its little blue folders, its intuitive menus and brushed steel interface. and today, i am mourning what seems to be a its indefinite demise from my 9 to 5 existence.
in the meanwhile, allow me to direct my grief at the person who disabled safari from running on our system by reminding him that when he goes to bed tonight, somebody in the world thinks that he contributes negatively to existence.
Labels: death, internet
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