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, August 09, 2006
Car park thieves! Come on, be honest. How many of you want car park thieves thrown into the giant human blender?

You know, when you've waited forever for that mother with three kids load her groceries into the boot, strap the baby harness on and pack the other two toddlers into the back seat, and then cautiously reverse out of the car park spot only to have some thubthumping hot rod by zoom into the vacant lot? You know them, don't lie. They saw your signal light the whole time, and they waited and baited and nicked it from underneath you during a split second of inactivity on your part.


And while we're at it, all those people who stand at vacant lots during peak hours while their cars look for them, yeah, those guys should be put on immediate 24-hour surveillance, like a yellow card plus a stern warning all rolled into one. One more wrong move and pffffttt! No more chance.

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Genusfrog [ 1:57 pm ]


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