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Youngest kid of six with an inferiority and black sheep complex, but determined that God saves not just his soul to heaven but the remainder of his manic-depressive life, so others won't say he became a Christian and remained a jerk.


MAIN THEMES

On identity
i won't be transparent before i'm opaque. and you'll get to know me starting from the small things: who my favourite bands are. what kind of movies i like. who are my heroes.

On Christianity
I’m convinced that when confronted with sincere, real love, the Jesus factor will become obvious. But let’s not plant the cross before we carry it. I’m not trying to con you.

On dreams
Some dreams are meant to be achieved. I know that. But maybe other dreams are meant to drive us, privately. Never known to anyone but ourselves.


OTHER THEMES

On melancholy
It is a sadness that, when choosing between crying and sighing, will choose sighing. I'd almost say that melancholy is being sad about sadness itself.

On memory and nostalgia
It saddens me when life moves forward and people decide that certain things are worth forgetting.

On language
I've learnt that the word irregardless is filed as a non-standard word in the English language. That's a lexicographer's way of saying it's not a real word.

On politics
Crowds are fickle things. So when we stand in the thousands and cry against the present government, do we know who we're actually crying for?

On society
People always want the best for themselves. But I want to sometimes take second or third or fourth best, just so that the loser down the road doesn't always have to come in last. It must feel like shit to always come in last.

On growing old
Leasehold property make me feel sad. It doesn't matter how old the family photos are that you put on your wall. It's your family but it's not really your wall.

On philosophy
I ask you, if God loves everyone, and if God is also incapable of loving evil, how can there be such a thing as an evil man?

On a daily basis
One line quips, like this.


CHAT





Tuesday, January 25, 2005
SCHOOLTIME NAUGHTIISM

We were talking about the notorious things that happened in our schools last time. for me, a few of us who didn't take chinese class booked ourselves into an empty classroom and started playing ping pong by joining tables, using pencil cases as nets and exercise books as bats. needless to say, our ruckus eventually brought the penyelia petang to our classroom, where we got quite the punishment. we had to wash the bathroom. not just any bathroom too - the one next to the science lab, the one that smelled like ammonia all the time.

we had a goreng pisang stall opposite our school, on the road. you see, my school hand three roads going through it (or rather, it was built on three blocks). so our classroom overlooked a pisang goreng stall three floors down, opposite the road. boon ping, glendon, bernard, ang, and of course, myself... used to order goreng pisang from them using hand gestures. they'd gesture back and then bring the goreng pisang over... where one of us would go downstairs and collect. this one time, she gestured that the penyelia petang was in the class next door, but of course, we didn't understand what they were saying. lucky didn't get caught. don't want to imagine what we'd be cleaning for that! haha...

i used to think that kl schools were really notorious. in fact, they are. compared to my school, the stuff kl kids got round to doing far exceeded what we ever dreamt of. the student-teacher conflicts were more heated, the boy-girl shenanigans were more scandalous, and the 100% tulen juvenile delinquency was always more 100% tulen.

in one of the schools, dunno if it was seaport or seapark, the students blew up one of their teachers' cars. waw! that's really crazy, man. jeremy said that the worst they ever got was to move the teacher's car by carrying it and putting it in the middle of the road or somthing like that. man, i hear these stories and i still think they're quite amazing. then, jeremy told us about this one time when the police came into his classroom and arrested his teacher. apparently, the teacher was carted off for some stock fraud or something like that. but here's the best part - guess what subject that teacher was teaching?

moral!

can you believe that? that is like, so cool, you know. how many times do you get police storming into a class to arrest a teacher, and not just any teacher, your moral teacher! wahoo! man, what i'd have given to see some of my moral teachers get arrested midclass!

and then i think... ok, so juvenile naughtiness is normal. it will be around everywhere. and then there are some things which are just not really funny anymore. and i guess, to put myself in the teacher's shoes, having this bunch of kids totally torment you in this way must be quite harrowing (not that some of them don't ask for it). and then, to think that this guy would get arrested in front of all his students while teaching moral is just plain embarrassing. the truth is, the police don't have to do that. they can arrest him anytime when he's at home. but i know our police like to shame people. they're really no different from those teachers who make you stand on chairs and draw question marks on your cheeks with marker pens because you forgot to write them in your questions when you were 9.

yes, that happened to me and vernon. question mark for one, dollar sign for the other.

so in this shame society, where the punishers go for gold, i guess it's only fair that the cheeky gits get their fair bit of fun. heck, if i only heard your stories, i'd be sure it wasn't the punishers who were taking home first prize.

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