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.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
It takes a lot to make me like the 80s. ok maybe that was true of me up to mid last year. then the starflyer album showed up and this whole 80s revival started making in-roads into my heart. a few weeks ago, it was the new bon voyage album. ooh, nice. and then last week, the cupid of 80s love struck one proper arrow into me and now i'm completely in love.
the band in question is golden silvers.
to be fair, they didn't win me over purely on their 80s revival sound. there are many moments on their debut record where their harmonies sound like the beach boys, or when the singing made me check if this was a pete doherty side project (it's not). but after about seven days of solid non-stop spinning, it's the 80s numbers that have hooked me. it's the new new romanticism. it's kitsch 80s parody. it's sublime retro pop that's generic yet original. sigh. i've lost all objectivity with these boys.
here's to the highlight of my music listening for 2009: golden silvers
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