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, May 29, 2008

Some jobs will send you places. in fact, some jobs specialise in sending you places.

i heard of this company that offers you some really swanky career opportunities. the ladder, if you wanted to climb it, was yours to climb. you even get to travel.

yes. you travel. a lot. the idea behind all that travelling is that just before you can start putting roots down, they pick you up and send you on another exciting adventure. this way, you never get to form meaningful attachments to people or places. you're always just passing by. and the only attachment you can form is towards your company.

why else wouldn't you start climbing?

on the same day that i conceived of this post, a friend talked about never having known what it's like to have a longstanding home. always living out of a suitcase, so to speak. i happen to know what having a home is like. and i treasure it. putting roots down is a very meaningful thing to me. israel travelled forty years to find it. some people spend their whole lives running away from it.

me. i intend to hold on to it.

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  • That's the real reason why you hate the song 'Rootless Tree' right?

    Kua kua kua.

    By Blogger Athalia, at 4:39 pm  

  • If I was living in a suitcase, I also wanna be a tree

    By Blogger The Geek, at 4:10 pm  

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