we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
11:35 PM
Departures
in less than 3 days, i'd be headed to a place half a globe away. everything and anything i need, packed in a linear space of 163cm.
off for half a year.
no load on my shoulders. not a commitment, not an obligation. no one i would know, no place i should go. not a feather worth of stress, not the wee bit of deliverables. for the very first time.
i hate first times. they are usually painful.
but mostly i've had people telling me that i would have great fun. some tell me to choose wisely - between attaining dean's list in austin to the drug-alcohol balance of parties, others prophesied of extremely horny russian girls and warn me to bring a switchblade into mexico. i've had heated debates on texas hold'em originating from austin texas, and even heat(er) on the subject matter of non-circumcision and its magnetizing effects.
and its lucky i suppose, that 163cm has had more room to spare for the Bible than a pack of extra-safe. keep faith and goodness, in my pockets left and right.
the voices in my head-
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
10:08 PM
on Cows Boys and Girls
i'm leaving in 10 days. and i'm scared.
scared of, you might ask. scared of being scared.
the voices in my head-
Friday, July 11, 2008
7:51 PM
Bare Bear
i realised i have had a strange variety of soft toys for a guy. from orange monkeys to green frogs, from white dogs to blue hippos, but never once a traditional bear.
but lo and behold, the many thanks to green lee, yellow nette and mr red, i had my first classic brown today. it was a cute ball of fur, just the size of my palm. and it had a dick.
at least the sizes are proportionate.
the voices in my head-
Friday, July 04, 2008
9:32 PM
on Mains
i met up with a dear friend yesterday. she was still the same angel. logically flawed in a beautiful way. out-of-this-world in a practical sense.
and when we left, i realised it had been two years since the last, twelve years since the first. if luck permits, perhaps we would meet on thirty more occasions before she finally bids me goodbye at my funeral.
still, at least this count beats all the sunny days without rain.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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