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, April 26, 2007

No, i've never been an auto show kinda guy. nor an auto show models kinda guy. nor a gadgets kinda guy. nor a klse kinda guy.

how man am i?

based on an index generated by fictitious gender-neutral scientists in labcoats via transposition of westernised urban south-east asian cultural stereotypes over my self-examined valuations, i am 43% man.

these scientists shortlist the top ten man categories and you are rated on each of them. the list is as follows:

computer games
busty girls
rock music

my list looks like this, with individual ratings out of ten, totalling to a percentage.

cars 3
computer games 3
drinking 2
busty girls 1
finance 0
sports 10
gadgets 4
politics 7
property 4
rock music 9
total man index 43

so as you can see, i'm quite a fair way behind what one might describe as the ordinary man on the street.

a guy called leonard said, "male by birth, man by choice". i'm still trying to get my head around that. if i'm 43% man according to the fictitious gender-neutral scientists in labcoats, then maybe i'm male by birth, unman by choice.

oh no. i'm unman!

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