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, June 14, 2007

Everyone loves underdogs. watch roger federer play against an upstart with a big heart from some ~istan country and tell me you won't be rooting for an upset. see a toyota enter a corner next to a ferrari and tell me you don't want to see the red car for once outmuscled. we love underdogs cos essentially, we are all underdogs in some way. sure, we also have the propensity to support champions, that's because it appeals to our natural love to succeed. but for those of us who aren't fans, there's nothing better than seeing a david from nowhere beat the crap out of a goliath from somewhere and symbolically tell the rest of the heartless ordinary world that there is hope yet for the everyday losers.

all of which makes for too melodramatic an introduction for what i really want to talk about. which is a cat. see that cat? her name is marina.

mel and i were in muar by the river, looking for mudskippers when we came across this curious kitten, lying down and staring into the horizon.

Fergus: meeow
Marina: -_-
Fergus: meeeeooow
Mel: miiaau!
Marina: -__-

so tak kisah man. so we sat down next to the swamp and looked at mudskippers get washed in and out. and i tried to count how many waves it took for the big wave to come in, because it was sunset time and the tide was rising. then this kitten walks up towards me, stops just short of rubbing herself against my back, and lies down behind me.

so i start to play with it. and then it warms up to us. then i notice something: the little girl's got a bad eye. blind on one side, she squints at the sun and closes her left eye most of the time. she's a 'disability' cat. poor thing.

so as far as the underdog theory goes - or in this one case, an undercat of sorts - she'd won me over. i carried her around, tried to get her to play with the mudskippers (but she wouldn't) and then decided to bring her home. i christened her 'marina', cos we found her at the riverfront. in ten minutes, she was carried out of my car, into my house and into the wet kitchen.

Fergus: Muuuummy! Remember you said right now you don't have a caaat??!!

well, now she does. we fed her sardines and then fed ourselves crabs. the next day, my mum texts me and says that marina is well and drinking milk. let's hope she grows up kicking ass.


Genusfrog [ 3:02 pm ]


  • 'so tak kisah man.'

    i love cats- they've got THE attitude.

    By Blogger fou, at 9:39 am  

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