Thursday, May 17, 2007 @ 11:32 PM
extremely blessed 2 days. mum is on leave and i have the chance to eat niang fan.
i stared at wad i typed for the past hmm 30 mins? choosing to be errr courageously blatant comes with a hefty price. here comes my inviting criticism entry!
it must been the crimson waves approaching that is causing me to feel a lil emotional. i used to be really defensive whenever people tease me indirectly about Christianity. as much as i can accept criticisms, there is also a degree as to what i can accept as "personal" attacks though im sure my friends meant no harm. it's just one of those
i-dun-mean-it remarks.I recall the comment one of my friends who introduced me the other perspective of poly life said : "your life revolve round church isn't it?" when my friday is always occupied by bs. did u seriously think i did not struggle with that? did u seriously not think that i wanted fun as much as all youngsters do?
often when friends asked what do u look for in a guy before accepting him, it would take me a while to answer a christian bf before listing other so called criteria. yesterday we had our so called post exam party at zouk. before heading home, a friend casually said :"so did u find yr "faith" at the dance floor?" by reflex.. i became defensive. i suppose.. if this comment was made under other situations i would have clearly have the upper hand but i was at the club. i'm very well aware of the advice my friends have in their heads. some would say they see no big deal in partying and some would advice to steer clear of such places to avoid being an object of criticisms. i dun wan to type an essay to justify myself even though i seriously went with the intention to have fun and not to hook up some wadever shit and definitely no intention to look for faith at the dancefloor thankew.
while there's no need to register myself into a nunnery but u know that eyes are watching.
i'm frankly quite hurt though i bear no offence to that person so dun worry/freak out etc. in case anyone ever has tt slightest thought tt im a saint or staunch.. i'm not. i waver.
dan is right.. mambo brings back the illness. im back with the runny nose and strawberry fudge dripping from my nose.
choosing to be courageously blatant doesnt mean that certain acts are encouraged.
