gordon ling

After all these years, i came to a simple conclusion. Being a pastors kid ain’t easy. Furthermore, having a mother who’s teaching in your secondary school, who happens to be your history teacher at Form 2. Furthermore, uncle & aunt’s who work in His service, a grandpa who’s an Elder of a church. Sounds as if all was planned properly just to keep someone safe and sound.

As a young kid, I always wished that things were different. That I could stand alongside with all the other kids whose parents had ‘real’ jobs. Doctors, lawyers, businessman etc. Somehow, it felt a little bothering to mention ‘pastor’.

My dad use to remind me, whatever you do, do it well, for the Glory of God.

I struggled with issues in Glorifying God through my lifestyle a lot. I dare say all pastors kids feel the same. Truly not easy to please your parents, please your relatives, neighbors, people that have high expectations on you. Believe me, the amount of pressure in the eyes of the people who meet you in that phase if teriffying. That’s so fake (or corporate).

Sorry.

Anyway,

firstly, pastors kids are of flesh and blood. Same ideas, thoughts and emotions run across their brains like any son of a gun as well. It is particularly silly to look up high to a pastors kid. All the pastors kids I am close to have at least something that separates them from others. No, its not that holy, holy thing. All of them are particularly playful & experimental. (Jass Yu if you’re reading this, that’s most likely going to be you)

Secondly, not all teachers kids love school. Come talk to me personally, I never enjoyed the terminology of ’school’. It doesn’t work. Maybe the charismatic part of socializing perhaps. Or in my personalized case, meeting people.

Thirdly, never ever think all teachers kids get into top science classes. Mine was the 4th, compared to all the other 4 teachers kids in the top classes.

Fourthly, pastors kid shouldn’t look tidy need and ‘geeky’. Somethings very wrong here if you know what I mean. In other words, non-compromising? (That’s where the long hair thing comes in with that edgy movement approach)

Finally, not all pastors kids end up like their daddy’s. In my very extensive evaluated case, I just want to give my best as a son, brother, friend, servant of God & whatever I might become.

If you happen to be reading this and am an avid rigid linear believer in biblical terms and conditions for ‘The selected one’s to be called Pastor’s son’, I’m pretty much sorry to disappoint you. But God’s radical notions of having Samson and John the Baptist in Christianity seems to be still applicable in these modern times.

Pastor’s kids, start arguing!

A dear friend of mine for almost 12 years passed away. Apparently, he just graduated from college and earned his first RM500. He barely lasted in the creative industry for 3 weeks.

In the presence of death, I’m always thoughtful. If not certain emotions that mix with respects.

We have witnessed maybe to many deaths. Passing aways of people that have to leave early ahead of us. People that matter so very much to us in little bits. People that we take for granted that have left. People that we could have maybe helped a little more.

I sometimes question the position I stand in their lives. Frequently after obitury. Especially those that I’m capable of helping through hard times.

“If I helped you make a glass of water when you’re thirsty, I marked a place in your life.”

“When you needed money, I robbed from you.”

“In the desperate event of help, I turned you down.”

It makes a whole lot of difference if I did something for you in your life. Big or small. A joke or a hand to hold.

Maybe, I could have.

In ever loving memory of Vincent. (1985-2006)

Celebrating in Goa, India together with Andy Altermann, Peter B’ilak, Nick Bell, Vince Frost, Neville Brody, Paul Hughes. Fun right? Appretiate the lovely people who sent me messages & some even tried to call me.

Great Scott! Im 22, only?

Steve Irwin, better known as the Crocodile Hunter, died of a stingray barb. For more details, please kindly click here.

His wounded reputation was when the public outcries about him feeding a crocodile while holding his 1 month old baby single handed. But his shows educated millions of people not only by saying the ever famous “Crickey!” buy also his enthutiasm about animals, deeply moved me. Im speaking in terms of passion, passion for beings so different that us, humans. Passionate enough, to share his love to the world outside.

Another important point, he died doing what he loves doing most.

This triggered me most.

Rip, mate.