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.


Monday, April 23, 2007

Every once in sometime, i end up going on a gluttonneous spree. like an uncontrollable spate of eating frenzy. it would therefore have been befitting that somewhere in the middle of this weekend of liberal eating, that i sat around with some good friends and watched mr creosote of monty python's meaning of life stuff down everything and a wafer thin mint, exceeding the point of explosion, as he would.

but unlike mr creosote, i am not a fictitious character in a black comedy, and so while he gets away with obesity, the only comedy facing me at the end of the day is the sheer ridiculous amount of food i eat that i don't need to. take this, for example, for a weekend's menu.

Thursday dinner: The Rib Shop. Three hunks of barbequeued pork ribs, mashed potatoes and wine.
Friday dinner: Seafood restaurant. Steamed fish, fried sotong, crabs, buttered prawns, and la la.
Friday supper: Over a movie. Raisins.
Saturday brunch: Breakfast cookout at vernon's. About 5 rashes of bacon, 3 sausages, scrambled eggs, mushrooms and toast.
Saturday tea: Cell harvest tea. Scones, jelly, chicken wing (singular), english breakfast tea.
Saturday dinner: Carnaval, Brazillian buffet. Tons and tons and tons of beef and lamb cuts, chicken ham, fish, prawns and one bite of gizzard.
Sunday lunch: Chinese hawker in Seapark. Har min, chee cheong fun.
Sunday dinner: Restoran OK, taman tun. Guiness pork, fish curry and two bowls of rice.
Sunday supper: Wow Wow Cafe, plaza damas. Earl grey tea.

if nothing else, such indiscriminate gorging is gonna leave me fat and broke with a hospital situation to stare at well before i turn 35. and don't count on me being thick-skinned enough to go for healing rallies then. i know my limits.

so tonight, adrian and i are gonna cash out and plonk our moneys into gym memberships.

god bless us all.


Genusfrog [ 2:18 pm ]


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