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.


Tuesday, August 08, 2006
When two lanes merge on the road, the unspoken rule is that you let the cars merge on a me, then you, then me, then you basis, right? Well, some cars will always try to get away on a me, then me again rule. Many of these cars also tend to be either big 4-wheelers who think they can throw thier weight around because of their size. But short of allowing my prejudices for 4-wheelers get in the way, pun not intended, I'm inclined to say that EVERYONE who tries to sneak in to a merging lane via some kind of cheating way without waiting for their turn also deserves an expedited route into the giant human blender. Make way - important commuters expect you to give them preferential entry. We're sneaking these monsters in first.

Say hello to the razor blades.

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Genusfrog [ 12:56 pm ]


  • hey, goochristianboy, seems like you have much matter to grind! what next? people who spit on the streets and you accidentaly step on them gluey stuff? yuck! or your favourite cha-kueh-teow man, who, when there are no customers around, decide to dig some gold...eeeeeeee! well, with a society like ours, it looks like you'll need to change those razor blades every so often! too horrible to imagine though, heehee! giant blender...aaargh!!!

    By Anonymous pulp action, at 12:44 pm  

  • yeah. i believe in setting high standards for social order. the day we all lower those standards, that's when our cities degenerate. i think high standards are important to maintain, and if everyone set the bar high, our society can only become more liveable. a giant human blender, while obviously satirical, represents exactly how much i loathe living in the midst of such offensive people.

    the catch is that i'd probably get sent into the blender if it really existed. sigh. that's why i have to be the dictator.

    By Anonymous Fergs, at 1:54 pm  

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