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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.


MAIN THEMES

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.


OTHER THEMES

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.


CHAT





Monday, May 07, 2007
MY BLOOD

I bled from my ears today. i dabbed a whole piece of tissue with the blood and it looks so beautiful, i could cry. i mean, heck with movies and writing man, i always knew i was an artist. and so, without any ol ado, i present to you...

MY BLOOD by FERGUS ONG


detail


there are many bloggers out there who will pour their hearts out and show you how broken they are. big deal. you wanna be an emo blogger? bleed, man. bleed.

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Genusfrog [ 4:47 pm ]

6 Comments:

  • That is so so gross !

    By Anonymous femaleeinstein, at 9:58 pm  

  • Eh. Bled from your ears or ear? Don't try to look more emo than you are arr...

    By Blogger Athalia, at 2:26 pm  

  • hahaha ! english lesson, here we go. . . singular is ear; plural is ears ; now, was it ear or ears ?!

    By Anonymous femaleeinstein, at 2:59 pm  

  • admittedly it was the singular (right) ear. (ahem....) and it's all healed nicely now. hmmm..... not so emo after all.

    By Blogger Fergus, at 9:00 am  

  • very good. all's well that ends well.

    By Anonymous femaleeinstein, at 10:40 pm  

  • Hmmmm....

    You need help mate! you really do :P

    By Blogger Mad Cow, at 10:33 pm  

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