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, December 06, 2006
At fifteen i was stylistically and fashionably confused - halfway baggy, big black t shirts, and i was climbing out of the rubble of radio pop music, mltr, bon jovi, r&b, what i now know to be ah beng music and my hatred for angry but hugely loved bands like nirvana and metalica. i was belatedly standing on the cusp of alternative music - cranberries had already blown my mind.

Ernest and i used to watch music videos on singapore tv on sat nights. we had no astro, not even mega tv then. one night, ern and i stayed up in my parents' room watching videos, and i taped two videos. the first was a live radiohead performance of creep. which i'd already heard boys in school sing and hated it coming from them but liked it coming from thom yorke.

The second video i taped was oasis' live forever.

That video changed my life. the british arrogance, jangly guitars, non-confrontational, well-mannered melodicism laced with working class swagger and swirling unjagged sound - the whole package was so different.

Of course, liam was magnetic. the next morning, i played the video to my mum and said "mummy, i want his hair", and she said no, because it's too long. but we can get something quite close, but shorter.

I was already writing songs by then. my whole concept of music writing, fashion and attitude changed in the next few months, as the morning glory album got popular here, and i shaped my sense of self-pride according to my distinguishment from my friends, for doing brit when everyone else was doing american.

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  • Eiii? This blogpost so familiar wan...hrmmm...

    By Anonymous eevon, at 8:45 am  

  • like one of mine right? *tak malu*

    By Anonymous Adrian, at 9:11 pm  

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