Saturday, August 13, 2005

I have a mother...

... who has over 20 years of experience in making me feel worthless.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Unexpected People Bring Back Unexpected Memories

Ran into Eva just now. Hadn't seen her in years. Well, a year at least. Talked for a bit, nothing special. What hit me was what came after.

The memories of that autumn afternoon of 2001. The busstop. The one in front of what is now the ICT building. When LRT didn't run to Dalhousie and busses went all the way home. The jokes about my resemblance to Reverend Kaan, the missionary who lived in Morocco.

The first memories I have of you.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Can You Help Me Know Myself?

Self-conceptions can be deceiving. We all lie to ourselves to some extent about who we are. Or we simply haven't a clue about our true selves.

Therefore, I'd like to invite you, my friend, to tell me a few things about myself. Things that may be obvious to you, but they may not be to me. So please, come help me paint a more accurate picture of Alex Cheung. Post comments to this entry. You may wish to remain anonymous, which is fine by me, if you only have negative things to say about me. Just remember that identifying yourself in some way (you don't have to tell me your name) will help me in evaluating your comments, i.e. I'll know the comment was made by someone who knows me.

Or, what the heck, come tell me face-to-face.

God's Creations

Some were created alone. Most were created in pairs. But none were together at birth; all were meant to find the other through their walks of life.

22 in less than 4 months

What are the implications? I should start thinking...

22 sounds like a big number, doesn't it? Well, bigger than 21, at least. What ought I be doing at 22? What are others doing at 22? Heck, what are others doing before 22?

What could I be doing at 22? I won't even have graduated yet from university. Well, I suppose graduating at 22 and a half is sort of early already, considering I did a five-year program. And what comes after? What happens at 22 and a half?

I'll need a job, no question. Not really keen on doing Master's without company sponsorship. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to start looking at want ads?

Actually, perhaps I've been asking all the wrong questions. What does God want me to do at 22? Where does God want me to be? What has God prepared for me next year? And perhaps most importantly, who has God been preparing for me for the past 22 years? And when will God bring us together?

Yup, it's all about God. And I can't wait.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

An Uncalled-for Apology

To the girl I once loved: I'm sorry if my temper ever embarrassed you in front of your family and friends, or even just acquaintances and mere strangers.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Strum strum strum...

Borrowed a guitar from a brother so I could see if I've got what it takes to play and play well. Now my fingers hurt even as I type. But hey, no pain no gain right?

Just realized that I'm seriously disadvantaged, even handicapped, by my bent pinkies, which means the strings aren't pressed properly. Maybe surgery can correct this?