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, September 19, 2006

This is Wu Tien. his Tien is spelled with an e, and he is one of few genuine grammarians i know. (for a subeditor, i know too few.) i met this guy while i was yet to fully appreciate his friendship, though that has been corrected in more recent years. you can count on wu tien. he is also quite a klutz with spatial matters, and parking his car, as this picture shows. his car was eventually extracted from the aforedisplayed awkward position via what i heard correctly as reversing and lifting the car at the same time.

Wu Tien is a true blue academically minded geek of the highest branding, and he can be easedropped describing books on the phone as "erudite". he owns a copy of fouccault's pendulum that is missing its last page: an equally eccentric friend of his ripped it out, but it doesn't faze wu tien because he's already memorised the last page of fouccault's pendulum.

Earlier today, he (again) began work in singapore and i suddenly feel like paying tribute to him. he hosted me and a ton of actors when i went to singapore to do casting for my film, and he brought me three times to eat the most incredible porridge, not just in singapore (because that might not be saying much) but just about anywhere that sells porridge. he is quite like that porridge. an old fashioned kickass guy who's got sting where there ought to be sting and comes in large servings. by servings, of course, i am referring to both his verbosity and unending number of wicked stories which he tells with said verbosity.

he's damn funny. and he's a damn great guy.


Genusfrog [ 2:49 am ]


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