/don't take my breath away;

I might just lose my life in the process

Who would have thought that air pollution could be so beautiful?

Love come down

It has been said that "the object of art is to give life shape."

I guess this makes God the most excellent, most creative artist there ever was.

At a recent barbecue,
I asked a friend why barbecues were so big among men.
And this is what he said:

Fire is awesome.
Meat is awesome.
And being the guy who gets to play with the fire and meat, is awesome.

I can has no small talk plz?

When I was waiting at the T stop on the way back to campus, I caught sight of an awkward-looking white man chatting up a young immigrant woman.

"What's your name?" I heard him say.
"You're from Thailand? Wow, I've never been to Thailand..."
"What's your Thai name?"

He continued his small talk while I felt amused, embarrassed and awkward -- amused for myself, embarrassed for him, and awkward for the young lady, until a T came and we got into it. The Thai woman sat next to me, away from the white man who was still trying to chat her up. And because she wasn't responding to his attempts to talk to her, he tried to chat me up instead.

"You speak Thai?"
For several seconds, I thought that he was still interested in talking to the woman sitting next to me. I looked away, pretending that I hadn't noticed him, hoping that he wouldn't pursue the conversation.

"You speak Thai too?" He asked again. And then he smiled.
Because he smiled, I thought that he deserved a response, in the very least. I decided that it would be a polite one, though not too friendly. So I shook my head and gave a polite smile.

"So you speak Viet?"
I shook my head again.

"Chinese?"
By now, I had hoped that he would have gotten the idea -- that I wasn't interested in talking, and that I was trying my best to give him civil responses without giving him the wrong impression. At this point, I thought that it would be good to teach him a gentle lesson about not chatting foreign women up in public places -- so I thought to myself, hey, why not put my Chinese to good use? But my conscience said not to, and suggested something better:

So after keeping silent for most of the small talk, I finally said "No, I'm sorry, I speak English."

*

In retrospect, he seemed like a nice enough guy, only -- someone I might not have felt comfortable being alone in a room with. Perhaps he could've done with a gentle reminder that foreign women don't always feel comfortable being chatted up. Thank God for public transport and for language -- one day, I will put my Chinese to good use.

Because I'm weak

This is how my current (strength) Indifference Curve should, ideally, look like:

Jesus, increase

I shall not be in want

"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us,

that we should be called the children of God!
And that is what we are!"

1 John 3:1a

And that is what we are.