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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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, August 18, 2006
I've been using this place to mouth off about a lot of my gripes recently, and it's not been really nice. I know. It actually doesn't mean that I'm necessarily becoming more unpleasant or less Christianny. Or godforbid a ranter blogger. I have ideas for some pieces i wanna write here, about... you know... epistemology and God's immanence or some other pretentious topic like that, but i've had no time to dig into that stuff, so i've been reduced to unpacking my much pent up anger in little packs here. Not completely unlike the pack of nasi lemak you see here. But i ought to remember. It's all about the ideas. Ideas.
So i insist you humour me in one more rant, and i swear, i'll work some vague semblance of an "idea" into this. My rant is this: i hate it when nasi lemak sellers don't listen to your instructions. Ah... mundane angst. It's true though. I asked for extra kacang today and that damned fellow just dropped like a few more in. I asked for more extra some more and he dropped a small teaspoonful in.
What the hell is wrong with these people? Just pour three big spoonsfull of kacang in and bill me for it! Jack it up by fifty cents, do i look like i care? i just want more kacang!
What my gripe is really about is this: this kid was probably trying to stinge on giving me extra kacang cos he thought i was pushing my luck over a 2.50 breakfast. but that's not true. i don't care if it's 2.50 or 2.80 or 2.99, he can bill me for the extra kacang all he wants. Just follow the instructions because CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT.
And the idea underneath all this is this: that some people can be so stoneheaded and provincial in the way they run business, even in a big city. It's very small towned to think that everyone's trying to get more out of you than what you're charging them. But even nasi lemak sellers have to modernise the way they think. Just give your customers everything they ask for and charge them for it. It's really that simple to man a roadside stall.
Labels: food, society
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