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.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I need to get with the times. and so, today, allow me to confess to my limited online community that i have been keeping a shameful thing for a long time. i've tried to change it before but i've never found the right impetus to make the change happen. but i'm going to now, you see. i'm determined more than ever.
i've only got 384MB of RAM in salvador.
yes, it's true. you know all those new programs that need 512 megs of ram? i don't have them. you know football manager 09? i bought it. i can't install it. you know apple's iWorks 09 that i blogged about yesterday? i can't buy it. i know i know it's embarrasing. stop making that "tsik-tsik-tsik" sound with your tongue.
i've previously gone to machines to ask them about dumping in new ram. they're fronthouse is actually quite savvy and nice, but they took my number and never gave me the callback that they said they'd give. out of convenience, i'm gonna give them one last shot. after that, it's elsewhere. jack's beloved epicenter or something. anything. anywhere. i just want my ram. it's been too long, too slow.
maybe this weekend. maybe this weekend, i'll go out there and power up salvador so he doesn't plod along like the 2004 machine that he really is. and then after that? software heaven. first iWork. then, this.
Labels: mac, stuff
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