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, March 20, 2009

I don't know if you've ever heard anyone say this before, but i'm not a big fan of the psalms. i can't get into it, not more than one psalm at a time and even then, the tone of the psalms always irritate me. king david comes across as a big whiny spoilt brat who, no matter how many times it happens, never gets used to the fact that if he has enemies, he needs to stand up to them. nothing wrong with getting the Almighty involved, but it doesn't make his whining any more readable. okay, so it's made its way into holy scripture and so i'm supposed to like it. but i'm struggling. lord, he knows i'm struggling. maybe one day i'll write a whiny psalm whining about the psalms. 

(Ps 1-8)

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Genusfrog [ 4:12 pm ]


  • when i was (probably still am) going thru a diff period in my life, i wrote about it constantly. it's amazing how i could write the same thing and asking the same questions in so many different ways. and i was constantly writing.. in all my blogs and even on my journal (for when i was offline). although it didn't change the circumstances, writing helped alleviate, even if it was temporarily, the pain mar. maybe that's why he did it?

    By Blogger |e|L|L|i|s|, at 11:13 am  

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