The wait with bated breath has come and gone, and I will not have delivered.
My apologies, abstract has it's time and place. And mood.
Today, concrete walls I shall build, astral territorials will have to wait.


yeap, i do realise i haven't been blogging.. you see, depression triggers artistic ability and linguistic endowment, so pardon me for being happy.. or at least, being too busy to be depressed.. hmm

so anyway i just felt like ranting.

do i expect you to sit back and hear me rant?
well yes, yes I do... hahha

ok so i recently discovered that my sister's boyfriend of uh.. a few months, is a fruit-seller's son.

imagine my shock.

no no before you point your finger and furrow your brows at me, let me explain.

See, my sister is... an elite. or so she considers herself to be.
Pretty, funny, kinda smart, musically talented.. the usual not so usual.
With a rap sheet of ex-es with at least a million dollars in equity, poor does not cut it.
oh, it doesn't stop there..
she concocted a list for her young and innocent baby sisters.

The MUST HAVEs and MUST NOT HAVEs of a potential partner:
(disclaimer: she came up with this, i promise you, she did..)

#1: MUST be rich. Private estate preferred, condominiums are barely acceptable unless placed in town area.
#2: MUST be from a respectable Junior College. Anything below SAJC is NOT respectable.
#3: MUST be handsome. Cute also acceptable.
#4: MUST be talented in either music or sports. All other talents are secondary.
#5: MUST drive.
#6: MUST NOT have stupid humour. Wit and brains are mandatory.
#7: MUST NOT stop at poly education. University shapes a person.

and the all-important..
#8: MUST NOT be chinese speaking. Chinese is for losers.



I must say that list is pretty thorough.

so anyway, the thing is.. her latest boyfriend? does.not.cut.it.

he is poor, not exactly the best looking guy, a poly grad, so lame that it's sad and...

C.H.I.N.E.S.E S.P.E.A.K.I.N.G... yesh, the dreaded #8...

my point of this horrifically offensive material?

when asked, why him?.. she could only say one thing.. that what it comes down to at the end of the day were three plain and simple things.
#1: That he was passionate about worship.
#2: That he loved her.
#3: That he loved God.

The list dwindled to a very attainable three. and that, in her very own words, "is all that matters."

Matthew 6:21
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

I am proud of her, for discovering few things matter in life. And I am glad for her, that she found those few things.. wedding bells? perhaps hehh


If  "X" marks the spot, I wanna cling on to that cross forever..
(a lame-ass attempt at word play hahah)