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.


On identity
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.

On Christianity
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.

On dreams
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.


On melancholy
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.

On language
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.

On politics
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?

On society
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.

On philosophy
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, January 23, 2009

Yes. increasingly, boundless line is starting to feel like a lot of wasted reading time. i keep going back hoping for more of what hooked me to it in the first place. but every day now, it looks more and more like a lobby group. or an american version of rtm.

take candice watters for instance, who two days ago went on about how she lives in the greatest country in the world, because "for all the bombs lobbed against us -- figuratively and literally -- we will witness again the transfer of power from one ruling ideology to another, all without a single shot being fired".

obviously you can't take stupidity like that lying down, and not just because America hasn't been properly bombed in a long time. so i wrote a comment to her reminding her that this great nation is the same great nation that sells about 30 billion dollars worth of firearms to the third world every year so they can kill each other while she has her peaceful inauguration. i also told her i hope she enjoyed her peaceful inauguration.

true to form, they didn't publish it. not that i expected them to. they never publish my comments and maybe for good reason. they're not speaking to young christians and "bringing focus to the single years" anymore.

boundless line, which started off as a place where honest young christians wrote largely about relationships, christian character and what it means to serve and love has degenerated into a somewhat ugly mouthpiece for pro-life obsessiveness (don't mess ok, foetus fatigue is not an option) and idolatrous americanism. i really don't know how writers like candice watters can get a writing gig with them. i guess like most things, it's a case of standard jatuh.

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