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 21, 2008

A V12 engine is an engine with 12 pistons. guess how many pistons a V8 engine has?

i've learned that the "V" in these engine names refers to the angle at which pairs of pistons are affixed, in a V-shape, to meet the crankshaft, which i'll assume for now is simply the part of the engine where all the pistons gather a few times every second to exchange biscuit recipes.

i also learned that the cylinders of the pistons are angled at anywhere from 60 to 120 degrees, or in some cases up to 180 degrees. now i don't know about you, but this kinda thing bothers me. how can 6 pairs of pistons meeting at an angle of 180 degrees to each other possibly qualify as a V? surely it's a 12, but certainly not a V. it should be like an I or something. you know?

nonetheless, such is the great and mysterious world of engine engineering lexicon. i'm a language person. i pick up on all the wrong things.

learn something about everything and everything about something.

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