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, March 17, 2008

I'd like to say that i'm proud to belong to a church that has its finger on the pulse of the real world. i'm proud of my pastors for tackling national issues when national issues are at hand. i'm thankful that they are unafraid to wear their malaysianness on their sleeves amid a congregation full of potential migrators. and i'm super duper glad that my church leaders dare to be radical and are fighting tooth and nail for the plight of the downtrodden.

in the wake of march 8, everyone's talking about relevance. i want to honour my pastors for being on the cutting edge of relevance. and along with them, i want to honour every member of the clergy who right now are engaging with the things that presently matter most to malaysians. i think that one needs to simultaneously have so much abandon and restraint to be able to lead each person into every morning, and lead a whole ship into eternity.

it's been a long time since i've felt so excited about belonging to a church. but these days, i know my church understands what goes through the veins of its people. sometimes i wonder if my pastors have their ears pressed against God's heart or ours. other times, i know it's both.

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