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.


Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Why can't people be nice? Some people are just not nice. Maybe they were dropped as babies, or maybe when they were six, someone mutilated their families while they watched in horror strapped to a chair smeared with honey and released to rabid bears. If they had these kind of excuses, then maybe it's ok to not be nice.

I was walking to the lift in my apartment yesterday morning when two guys came out of their house. They were there at the door, facing outwards when i walked past them and very pleasantly said "Good morning". In a different time and place, ie the human world in 2006, you would have been greeted back by a corresponding "Good morning", or some other commensurate greeting, but no. In this godforsaken breeding ground of evil vibes that is the front of my neighbour's apartment, all i got was a stern and harsh glare from these guys, as if i had just called them the sons of an algerian terrorist.

What's wrong with people man? It's just a frickin good morning. You just say it back and everybody multiplies smiles. Capisco? Apparently, non capisco. Forcing a greeting out of some people is about as humanly achievable as urinating your guts out. You know what people like this deserve? They don't deserve a good morning. They deserve an absolutely crummy morning. They deserve a morning full of scolding and overpiling work and small accidents and a neck strain, all over the morning from the point of their rude silence all the way till the clock strikes noon. Cos if i wanna bless you with a nice good morning wish, and if you have no interest in my well wishes, you might as well get shot off and disappear into the sewers, where undiscovered reptiles slither around you all anti-meridien. Bad morning to you, lousy neighbours.

It's bloody manners and it's bloody simple. Just smile if you can't speak. Just nod if you can't smile.


Genusfrog [ 3:17 pm ]


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