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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, August 08, 2006
There's a girl at an atm machine. i was queued up behind her. she spent like, forever, trying to work the machine, pushing the buttons, going from one step to another until she stopped - what looked like finished - and left the machine. i took over. i was led through the entire atm withdrawing process right to the end when the machine spat out nothing but a notice that it wasn't functioning. i turned around and saw that girl busy at another atm.

why didn't she tell me it wasn't working??? what a waste of time! she was there, she saw it not work. she walked past me and let me go and use it to discover for myself! how could she do that? where's her sense of social decency???

people like her should go to the giant human blender.

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Genusfrog [ 12:32 pm ]

3 Comments:

  • Maybe she thought you wanted to check your available balance, or something

    By Anonymous adrian, at 3:58 pm  

  • hmmm.... i guess... and maybe i thought i was sending her to the giant flower garden.

    By Anonymous Fergs, at 9:35 am  

  • aiya maybe she thought it was only her card that was cacat...

    if she turned around and told u "atm's not working" and u try your card and it works, you'll still be scowling at her rite? "ish bodo, its your bloody card that's cacat la!"

    *shrugs*

    By Anonymous chingz, at 6:03 pm  

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