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.


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.


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.


Friday, June 16, 2006

I would be Italian.

Italy has good food, good football, and beautiful cities, cities like the historical Florence or the grandiose Rome, or the elegant Venice. They've got a beautiful countryside. They've got a wonderful language. They've got great history, and rich culture. The women are good looking (of course) and so are the men (which means there's a chance i'll be good looking too). they've got a vibrant arts scene. heck, they've got great mediterrannean weather. they've got the alps in the north! they've got a volcano in the south! they've got high fashion (though i couldn't care less), fast cars (i care only a bit more) and great architecture! (yeeahh!!). Ok, so they've got an embarrassing WWII history, and their football gets embroiled in match-fixing scandals once every 25 years, but apart from these minor blips, Italy has got it all.

So ya, if i had to be reborn in a different country as a different race, i'll be Italian. in fact, i'll be Florentian!


Genusfrog [ 3:07 pm ]


  • Spain! Good looking guys and good looking girls!
    Good football. Great food! erm....i can't think of anymore

    By Anonymous huiling, at 10:58 am  

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