Tat talks

A Great Nights Out

2009-10-22T18:19:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile, and life has been fantastic. Great friends, great girlfriend, great family, great everything.

And yes, I did happen to catch myself a lady that I'm absolutely nuts about. It can be kind of scary though, such extremes of emotional dependence, but she is a fantastic catch. So hopefully, we'll go the distance in this distance.

Wow.

Tonight was fantastic as well. I've never been good with the variety of accents here. In fact, i think most of my mates here think I'm damn sotong. But they're fantastic. (btw, i'm probably fantastic too, cos i've been offered godfathership tonight). Nonetheless, alcohol is pretty much the best lubricant, socially, and quite definitely for sex (though i pray i'll never need to use it again).

It was a massive laugh when this gay friend of mine was telling me how much he wanted sex. lol. He's so going to regret it on tuesday when he's sober. But it was a fantastic time, mixing around with people, dancing, drinkin, getting pissed, but realising where my priorities, loyalties, and probably heart lie.

It is unfortunate that as the night drew to a close, there were whisperings of something that tainted it. I shall not publicize it, though I doubt anyone will actually see this. Nonetheless, I feel bad for a really good friend at which the events seem to circle around. Bless him. Hopefully he'll be fine.

Bros over Hos

2009-06-11T00:43:00.000-07:00

I think it is acceptable that long term relationships somehow give one a feeling of proprietary right over his/her partner even after couples split up. But the question to be asked is whether the extent of this pseudo ownership over the ex should allow one to get most terribly irked when a good friend and the ex get, er... friendly.

Sigh... I've got so much more to type, but I really need my sleep, so fuck this, I'll think about it after i get up. BOO!

Life

2009-06-10T18:50:00.000-07:00

I adore life.

There's nothing more beautiful than this.

And what the hell, i'm actually going to have to visit a rather old saying Cat high boys will crucify me for, but part of our vision was to become people who would be passionate about life, learning and service to others. I love all three. I'm in love with life, with the people in mine, and I must say i feel like the luckiest person ever. It's like le festin. I love it, love it, love it!

Choices

2009-05-29T16:16:00.000-07:00

Last night, I added to the list perhaps the most stellar of stories one can tell over a pint, although details of which I must omit because it involved my mates. I was left most aghast, although this wave of prudeness was as refreshing as it was surprising. But perhaps, more importantly, besides the gloriously salacious details it entails, it did get me abit pensive during my immense hangover this morning.

I remember a happy-clappy friend that I used to be very close to during my happy-clappy days used to repeat the cliche: talk is cheap. Indeed it is. For all the confident talk about principles, when it comes to the crunch, the choices we make are perhaps the most important thing. I have made some rather poor ones, especially last summer, but I'm proud to say I have been largely sound this year.

I'm hoping I'd be able to keep up the general principles I have so often been ranting about. And my best mates are free to kick my ass if I don't! :P

:(

2009-05-14T12:23:00.000-07:00

Revision has been driving me nuts. But I'm going to have to be positive i reckon, and hopefully catch abit of soul while i'm at it. Thirsty for some. Anyhow, I'm just going to watch abit of inbetweeners and go back to it.

The elusive 2:1

2009-05-11T23:07:00.000-07:00

I have 2 more exams next week. And have only covered 2 out of the 12 topics i need to revise for, half of em, i barely touched in the semester. But I've been studying for three hours and am bored out of my wits. It is significantly more productive studying in the library than in my room with facebook and the internet, which is why after going for breakfast in about 15 mins, i shall head for the library.

But in the meantime, i realise the 2:1 I need for getting a decent vacation attachment next year which would hopefully lead to alot of money post graduation, and subsequently a life of comfort, riches and beautiful women(whose absence in my life this semester is rather jarring), is rather elusive.

Which is cause for me to work harder. So the library it is... And the library can get rather fun, especially when your brain gets fried after hours on end of looking blankly at cases. Consider the following...

Matt: I was thinking i'd get with M that night.
Me: ah, but she ain't that fit is she?
Matt: I know, but you wouldn't mind would you
Me: ah, i know, but she's more of a tuna sandwhich, not a cheeseburger you really wanna sink your teeth into.

laughter, then a pause, to which we both turn our attention to this really fit girl strolling towards us.

Me: Now that's a cheese burger.

Sami/Kurt: Yea, Diplock is having a go at Denning again.
Random year 2: Yea, those two are always at it. I reckon Denning shagged his wife.

Matt: Fuck. I'm cold.
Soph: But you're sitting on the radiator.
Matt: Yea, my ass is warm, but the rest of me is cold.

Oh yea, the scandalous confessions you get to hear there as well:

X: My mum made me clean a stain in the drawer.
Y: What?
X: It's the computer room, and only i use it. And I had a wank in it cause I couldn't go on the floor.
Y: Fucking hell mate.
X: Yea, i had to clean my wall as well after my mum pulled my bed away from it and spotted a similar yellowish stain there.

X: I'm not touching Parliamentary accountability
Y: Why not mate? It's really easy, just debates, question time and stuff.
X: Because I did not attend the tutorial
Y: Why not?
X: I was getting a blowjob
Y: Who???

To which the answer to the question I am not at liberty to divulge. Good times.

My mind is tired and full

2009-05-05T22:30:00.000-07:00

In true debater fashion, i've got three issues to whine about.

1. Van Duyn and Van Gend En Loos
The dutch should just stick to getting high and keep away from the ECJ. This two rulings seem so vague in terms of the criteria to when a law is directly applicable, for Van Gend En Loos, or when a law should have direct effect. Oh ya, Marleasing is equally vague. ARGH

2. In Good faith
Me thinks the scope of interpretation of good faith needs to be seriously broadened when it comes to slander/contempt of court in my dearest country.

3. Which is what i wanted to blog about actually!!
I want to be Neruda-esque in love, Pacquiao-ish in work, and have an Einaudi feel to life. Seems to be working for work and life, but could use abit more in the loving department. sigh.

The Secret Lives of Bees

2009-03-23T16:28:00.001-07:00

"There is no such thing as perfect love."

Death, thou shalt die

2009-03-17T18:50:00.000-07:00

Just read some online guide to the University play i just watched. I realised as much as I did thoroughly enjoyed myself, i thought the release the guide suggested, which would also be consistent with John Donne's sonnets involvement in it did not really come through. The protangonist's did not seem to come to terms with her own death, well at least, not in my perspective. Death though, seemed more like a final release to her suffering. Nevertheless, I thought the play was absolutely superb. I found it really really clever.

Way better than the last one I watched. I think Ellen cried a bit when I put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a pat. Well, she denied it, but I'm guessing she was more than sniffing.

Ohh, come to think of it, tonight was a night of criers, the second round of weeping though was outside a pub for an entirely different reason. It's a bit of a shame I did not get to go out, but no harm, would rather be with a mate feeling rough than off galivanting I guess. Shame nonetheless that I wasn't out on my first St Patrick's day. AND OH YAR, this post was meant to be a whine about how I think there's a dearth of ppl I can have conversations over pretentious things with. Most ppl would think it is lar, but my point is:

it's nice if you can talk cock, it's nicer if you can talk deep, but on occasion, it's nice to have some ppl to talk clever with.

Where is the love?

2009-03-04T13:43:00.000-08:00

Usually, after a very drunken night, if I'm all alone in bed, I end up praying. I ask God, if He is real,
to set me straight.

But the questions from Taiwan linger. I think the question never cut so clearly after the incident when my two non-Christian friends died. Their destination, according to John 3:16 is that they would probably be burning in hell. Where is that love of the bible that is so desperate? My Christian neighbour just popped in and dropped me a book. The apologetic kind that try to explain suffering etc etc. It tries to capture a God who is desperate to reach out to people. But it keeps coming back, the questions, where is that love of God preached in church? So fierce, so desperate, so ablaze. The love that sent His only Son to die for us? How is it that he chooses to extend that love, or possibly more accurately put, mercy to some, and not to the two of them that died in the crash?

It is written somewhere in the bible that "I will have mercy on those I have mercy on". Then the question begs, is it fair? Perhaps, in my possibly uninformed opinion, one of the most unfair things in the bible happened in the much celebrated passover, when God took Israel out of Egypt. Time and again, he poured out his judgement on the Egyptians, but when Pharoah relented, God hardened his heart. I don't know if God chose to harden his heart ten times, but for certain, during the passover, God hardened Pharoah's heart for the last time, and when Pharoah refused to let the Israelites go, God decided to send an angel of death to kill every firstborn son. It is later written that this was so the nations will know His glory/power, etc etc. It has always been a question for me as a Christian.

In fact, towards the end of last year, the unbelieving me sought out a pastor and asked him these questions. How is it God who calls himself just can seem to be so arbitrary and unfair. I am skeptical that all the Egyptians were necessarily very evil, they were probably no different from who the Christians call the unsaved. In addition, Pharoah did not make the Israelites stay out of his own choice, his heart was hardened by God. The pastor said that this was significant in representing God's judgement, and how only when you have the blood of the lamb, will one be spared this. It was a foreshadowing of the new testament principle.

The key thing is that God intervened in the possibility that Pharoah chose good over bad.

This vitiates the sanctity of choice Christians usually argue to explain man's fall and the presence of the serpent in the garden of Eden. Unless of course, this freedom to choose extends to some and not all, which then again brings in the question of justice.

He did this with the sons of Eli, Phineas and Hopneas as well. The royal priests of God who had defiled his temple, which I can see why it is significant. In fact, it was written in the Bible that God "desired to kill them" (again I do not have the exact reference, but it probably is available in Biblegateway). But where is the choice that is so talked about in the Bible, and more importantly, where is that seemingly desperate love that calls sinners to repentance? How can God claim to so love the world when He picks and chooses. This really bothers me.

My friends deaths really bothered me. It would be nice to have some answers. And I better start work on Misrepresentation so I can party so more come next week, LOL. Birthday bash had better be one crazy ass night. But I guess I can't avoid thinking of something that have been so huge a part of my life from time to time. O well!

Magic

2009-02-22T14:44:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling fuzzy from Amelie and Alphabeat.

I feel like some magic please.

Alphabeat

Amelie-esque reconstruction of photos

Borrowing economics textbooks

Hysterics

Monsieur Dufayel's tape

Playing the piano and singing

Swirling in open fields

Pulau Tekong's night sky

Yeap, I would like some magic please. I woud like, in the unlikely wisdom of a rather quirky 18 year old friend, a first, not a third.

But see how lar hor.

Liverpool Again

2009-01-29T16:21:00.000-08:00

I have been well chuffed today, got my public law essay back and got a first. Whoop.

It's brilliant that things have been better than expected. Did get into a bit of a frenzy when the people I thought I'd be living with told me they already got their own houses cause they thought i'd be living with some other folks. Thankfully some fantastic people from law came to the rescue, and I'd got a pretty mental bunch to live with next year. Good times. Gotta make sure I keep working though.

Hm, I'm a bit pissed, but I do remember wanting to write something about the importance of being decent to people and how the believe the best in people bit from church has been pretty mich etched in my psyche, but doubt I can find the presence of mind to type out anything worth reading in this semi-pissed knackered state, so I'll save it for another time when it comes to mind. Oh well, I do miss my mates back in SG loads, but this place is pretty fine as well. :)

I Giorni

2008-12-10T15:22:00.000-08:00

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=jhuGfmoIv_M&feature=related

The days. How brilliantly apt a title.

I think it captures very much the way I feel about life in general. Something fleeting, mostly happy, mostly peaceful, sometimes melancholy. And perhaps, one of the most curious things is that it evokes that slight hollow I sometimes feel on the most pensive of days.

Si beh zun.

Purpose

2008-12-06T18:19:00.001-08:00

I am still floaty having watched a compilation of photos and videos of a friend's one year trip to Ethiopia where he helped out at an orphanage. It did give me a good dose of butterflies, and jolted back memories of wanting my life to mean something.

Life has been more than good to me. And I wonder where I will be quite a many years down the road. It is so easy many a time to focus on the short term things to the extent where we seem to neglect the bigger picture.

On a side note, the events of late that have unfolded may seem to be unsavoury, but I have also begin to realised more and more what I do actually stand for. I have been experiencing quite a host of emotions the past week, ranging from being annoyed, to sad, to a tad disappointed. But I realise in all of this, I did take a risk, and if one were to permit a perhaps rather trivialising reference to investment, this one did not go too well. But I am certain I now have no regrets. At least I did give it a shot.

Unexpected

2008-12-01T16:20:00.000-08:00

I'd thought I would be proper emo.

I'm not.

A host of other things feel my head, but I am so chillingly unaffected it casts a shade of gloom on what might otherwise be a good kind of closure. The shade of gloom comes from the fact that my ability to properly fall in love/like with someone is suspect. It was like this before, it is like this now.

The other party was guilty of being an arse. But I honestly can't be bothered. I guess I did forsee this as one of the possibilities.

Maybe I was being an arse too. I took it as a temporal soothe for what seems to be a growing desire I've been having despite the doubts continually replaying in my head.

It though, is nice that one is seemingly, and hopefully not ostensibly able to fall back into the place where we once begun.

Imagine

2008-10-21T17:39:00.000-07:00

I feel like I need something for my soul to latch on to. Like an empty stomach wanting the warmth of tie guang yin on a cold day.

Something the melodies of Tears in Heaven or Imagine evoke. The setting sun with it's rays fleeting through the pockets in between clouds before tea. Seeing the sun and sky reflected on the sheen of water that glosses the entire Seminyak beach while the waves swish by and send sand in between my toes. Or jogging in the smell of wet grass after the rain back home. The finer things.

This is rather unexpected. I expected a rather different set of circumstances before my arrival. Things around here however have been quite subdued. But not in a bad way. They seem to be part of the foil that makes one want to reach out for more.

I'm enjoying it. :)

Can't Hurry Love

2008-10-18T20:24:00.000-07:00

The song has been stucked in my head since departing from Le Bateau. It really is my kind of song. What a night, especially after a day of drowning in a pile of Contract Law readings. :)

Crazy nights, of twats, tears, and a whole lot of emo

2008-10-07T19:19:00.001-07:00

I felt really bad on my ride home for an acquaintance, usually, I'd be able(I would like to think) to cheer someone up rather easy, but I'm shit with the accent, and was left helpless and awkward.
It was a fine night, not the way I expected it to go, but fine as hell, and I got invited to the break dance soc. But that is mat as hell, and I can't figure if I want to join, would much rather moot, and try to up the already decimated intelligence.
It was debauched as hell too, and I thought I'd break my fast, apparently not, but this post is not so much about the carnal, but, as the title suggest, the emo. And there was quite a bit of emo going on pre and post party. Pre-party at hany's house with a whole host of very gay songs, and the post party in a cab. Reminded me of people back home, mates, debate kids, family. The rule must always apply, in the fun, hurt no one.
Oh well, it's 330 over here, and I guess I'm still keeping my Singaporean custom of blogging after a rather event-filled nights out. :)

Bittersweet, leaving for Liverpool

2008-09-29T14:07:00.000-07:00

I watched through the little left of the window, blocked by the seat in front, tucked away in my little corner, as my train pulled from the station. My mum and dad stood side by side and waved. My Lao Bu and Papa. This was after after the embarrassing signs they made from the window, my mum, waving frantic, frowning at my helping another passenger with her baggage and my dad, boarding, giving brief instructions to improve my comfort. And though I rarely get to spend time with my parents, and acute embarrassment notwithstanding, I thoroughly enjoyed my last day and a half shared with the both of them. It has occurred to me that I’ve met no one, save a likely fictitious God, who will value me as much as the both of them.

And this thought struck hard and poignant vein last evening as I scrutinised my parents as we made our way to dinner and they sat across me on the tube. They have aged much. The lines on my mum’s face that extend from her nose bridge and curve to the sides of her mouth are carved deep, and her cheeks droop more than I ever remembered. My dad’s hairline is showing hints of receding, while his hair save a few black streaks is almost completely white. As he nodded off on the train, it was strange how a person who has always been for me a sort of hero, a sort of strongman seemed rendered by age so frail, with his skinny limbs and beer belly protruding from his tiny frame. It was scary.

I’m now 21, being whisked by Virgin rail to Liverpool for the beginning of my college education. Most of what I’ve accomplished through the years (though I know the cheeky few who would scorn this :P) can one way or another be traced to my parents. More than hoping I won’t disappoint them with my performance, there’s a desire to be able to reciprocate tangibly their affection. I hope hard that not only would I be able to help provide them (though I doubt they would need me to), but I may would also be able to share much in their remaining 20-40 years they may have left. And it may be premature, but many a time, as I bask in their care and company, the lingering knowledge that we will one day part so often makes it bittersweet.

Looking back...

2008-09-19T08:16:00.000-07:00

So here I am, in my mum's rented flat in London, refusing to get off my very lazy ass to tour around. This though, would be my last day of bumming. After the weekend, it would be international week, and then, school starts.

The last few months will be a time I believe I'll treasure and take with me throughout Liverpool and beyond. This ride has been very crazy, hilarious, and on some occasions, debauched as hell. But in the midst of all the madness, I've come to noticed how important relationships are, especially with family and friends. And as much as the craziness is a lot of fun, it should always be used to compliment these relationships, although on the rare occasion, they can fuse and become one and the same thing. Yea, I do feel the love from all over.

The ppl who saw me off at the airport, aww... The 6SIR folks, my kids, my SISPEC roomies, who came over for breakfast, last minutie kopi with classmates, my bro and our supper at Geylang on my last night, and the big ang paos from my extended family. Lol. I hope u understand that's one of the few ways older folk show their love cos gay-note-writing and hugging and kissing isn't quite their thing, which of course, is fine by me, especially cos it did help finance some of the pre-departure shopping and er, partying. And they were really nice and all. Feeling the Lovin. Which is nice.
I also got notes, one of em from one of me kids who wrote me the nicest things ever, I pretty much melted on the plane. Yea, no wonder some ppl are still in debates. LOL. Er, as for my mates, hahaha, they wrote notes too, and rather derogatory ones come to that, but dudes just show love in a whole different way from chicks (like atk at Robs birthday (BURN!), or me and robs under his covers and THE PHOTOGRAPH which he so ungraciously delted, wooo), so what the hell. And yea, I'll miss you two hell a lot.

But as school beckons, I guess i've really got to settle down, focus, and get the work-mojo on, cause I really don't wanna become a PPP. So 2:1 it has to be, even if it means less madness, although from what I've heard, they can very much go hand in hand, woo.

Liverpool!

2008-08-31T02:48:00.000-07:00

My departure is in 16 days.

I'll miss bumming.

I'll miss my PS3.

I'll miss my piano.

I'll miss my brat life.

I'll miss my family.

I'll miss my friends.

And I was supppose to end this post with that cheesy tekong poster which had a picture of a recruit parting with his girlfriend with the words: "it's not what you leave behind, but what you will again in the roads ahead." I couldn't find it, so well, i guess it's just an unemphatic end for this post. But aiya, fuck lar, I'll miss here.

Rhyme for Robin

2008-08-19T04:28:00.000-07:00

I have been most free of late. And a week or so ago, I was having fun on Nations, a facebook application where one gets to run a country of his own. My country's Bachussia and Dionysia(a theocracy), and my mate's ChiSoc(marxist state). I've a GDP of around 100 mil and him, 12-15mil. In his Orwellian fervour, he made the following accusation:

"Comrade, why dost thou persist in your reactionary and superstitious forms of pagan worship when you know very well that religion is just the opiate of the masses, instituted by ruling classes to keep the people ignorant in sin and debauchery? Join me, and begin phasing out your sexual rites and songs and embrace the true people's revolution to free the world from class and political distinctions!"

In reply, and for your enjoyment(I hope), my little rhyme...

Thou art wretched for blasphemy
Thou art blind for ye doth not see

My land is richer than the land of thee
9 times more our prosperity

For we revel not in sin and debauchery
But celebrate and experience all things sexy

And i know thou art not reactionary
But fret not, for you soon can be like we

And once more have a working pee pee
So quick bow down on bended knee

That when you look once more at she
And you can grow (oh yes like long before!) to be
Somewhere near half as big as me!

MUAHHA! Spectrum-ed his ass. :P

Voldemort

2008-08-18T12:40:00.000-07:00

"for the evil that men do lives after them while the good is oft interred with their bones"

This matter concerns a certain someone, whose name I rather/dare not mention, I spent most of the night and the ungodly hours of the morning googling. Let's just call this fella our very own Voldemort.

Personally, he could be my kinda guy. Capable, ballsy and true to himself. This opinion was also shared and perhaps inspired by Ms Catherine Lim in an NUS forum I attended. She thinks that this truthfulness to himself Voldy has stems from how cocky and full of himself he is. Perhaps. But it was with this surety that he has been able to be credited with success.

My folks and their folks love him. I'm sure your relations adore him just as much, especially if they are from the 50s-60s. Good God, I swear I've an uncle whose actions and manner of speech are so similar to his. As they say, imitation is the highest form of adoration, and I'm pretty darn sure as much as I do love that uncle of mine(one of the dearest indeed) Voldy does not adore him one bit.

Fair game to Voldy, it was respectable how he rode the proverbial tiger and cried at the divorce. In his shenannigans with the commie tigers, I discovered a video which my friend told me about where he decried them as cowards for turning off the lights of a rally they held close to a rally of his own, and another clip showing his fervency and dogged determination to end the threats we face(can be found on you tube, just type in Voldy's name). Such smacked of huge balls and belief. And it's pretty fucking ballsy if one considers the context of that time. He has said that it takes iron to do the job he does, and iron he had. But it was probably that hardness, that iron that will cast that spot or spots of blemish on his memory.

You see, if you type voldy's name, one also finds a host of videos that put him in a terrible light. And for all the iron Voldy had, one such video saw a famous Indian man (with a beard that looks like he just came out from an Oliver Twist set) who has recently been out of bankruptcy and been admitted into the bar suggest that despite the best of intentions, Wilde's proverbial iron gin of sin has pretty much snared good ol Voldy. I specifically remember he used the word "corrupted", though not in the context of bribe-taking but moral fester.

That same video, too polarized and polemic for my palate, then goes on to suggest how he crushed his foes with rather below the belt methods. And oh this is quite the mortal wound, because we see how Voldy has without trial imprisoned folks for close to 40 years. Apparently a couple more than Mandela. And that was just one person. There was quite a sizable group thrown into jail just because they were a threat. Some for incredibly long periods. Others that managed to escape the low blow dare not return. And even then, he holds justice by the hand and ensures she tips the scales in his favour. That same video alleges they've tipped more than 10 mil in favour of Voldy and friends. That Video whos title is something along the lines of one nation under Voldy has also been banned from that country.

Ok, so that's three paragraphs worth of rambling to amuse myself and to reveal Voldy's name. Perhaps some of the heavy handedness was required. Of course the moral focus of some may be whether such heavy hands were needed at all. But even if they were needed, surely there was no need for decade-long incarcerations. Imagine the time robbed from all those people. And it is quite likely that despite vastly different leanings, they probably were all men of ideals and good intentions. The seemingly lack of ability on Voldy's part to identify with them on that level is sad. Probably brutal.

He has also lost that great deal of stature he once had. When I was one of the tree men(those clad in green and spend a great deal of time in the jungles of south east asia and beyond?) there was talk of how his parting will be one of great rejoicing because we may be allowed to ditch the leaves and soil for the comforts of home for mourning, which is unfortunately disrespectful for someone with that much heart.

Admittedly, I glefully participated in such discussions. Then again, when one brings to mind people like Oliver Twist man and his company of abused, one is torn in that final verdict. But that could possibly be just for now. Given that kind of track record, Bill Shakespeare's words may probably haunt him long after the tree men celebrate, if they do get to celebrate his passing at all. And that blemish may mar his memory or worse, grow into a larger stain given the mechanics of the current system. :S

Leaving, a hairy affair

2008-08-13T07:43:00.000-07:00

And it seems that things have once more come to a pre-mature end.

There were well wishes and passing remarks of sympathy, but perhaps, what was most fulfilling was my kids expressing how they miss my lessons, although usually done by badgering my succeding colleagues. I don't think it is a case of schardenfreude cause I honestly hope the best for whoever takes them, but I guess if they miss me because they I was more personal, or helped them technically or had got them all intellectually curious then I guess it's something to be proud of.

But with all things premature, it really is a pity I had to go so soon. Sigh :(

Holy. Honey.

2008-07-30T07:08:00.000-07:00

It looks as if the predictions my mates made might actually turn out to have some truth in it. We've been at it for a month, and it ends in a fortnight. The possibilities that surround this are quite endless, but I guess one has to be realistic and responsible.

I ought to go for one of those head-clearing late night runs. Somehow, I've been shunning the quiet, and of course have also been incredibly busy. Shunning the quiet probably because I'm living quite so recklessly and in the moment, without much regard for consequence(none for me I would think), that I want to avoid any sort of pensiveness that might alter things. I was caught between to heads, and vascillated quite some time before making my decsion which has landed me here.

How things have changed.

From possible pastor, to probable lawyer;

From evenings of fervency, to nights of revelry

From holy to honey,

and I'm enjoying the scents, the metallic, the salt, sour.