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.


Thursday, March 08, 2007

wah! there's this bird in the book. it's job is to save people at the nick of time and it's called Deus Ex Machina (that's is professional name!) how cool is this book!!? And I'm only 100 pagees into it.
Fergus: YA MAN. deus ex machina. shit, why da hell can't i have a cool latin name like that?
maybe i should give myself one.
Eevon: i gave you one already wat.
Fergus: what's my latin name?
Eevon: fergusnus onginamae.
Fergus: i downa! dowan! Henceforth, i shall be known as Vorax impenetrabiilis
Eevon: meaning?
Fergus: gluttuneous and impenetrable
Eevon: but cannot. you'll no longer live up to that name.
Fergus: ok. so i need a new name
Eevon: get one then!
Fergus: Divitae vociferor
Eevon: which means?
Fergus: wealthy shouter

Why can't we all have cool sounding latin names? i'm not really satisfied with what my new label means, but i think it sounds real fine. i mean, chinese names don't make people sound important. you want important sounding names, it's gotta be latin. heck, not just important, these names make you sound like some kind of deified creature or some giant monster or something. and you tell me, who doesn't want to sound like a giant monster?

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  • AAHAHAHHAHHAA i love this post! ure so right abt the chinese names. Ong Bong Bong doesn't sound like a diety at all.

    By Blogger Woman, at 4:05 pm  

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