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.


Tuesday, June 03, 2008


Have you read the fowarded email going around about ants crawling into your brains? yeah, apparently, you're not supposed to have sweets lying in or in the vicinity of your mouth when you sleep, because ants will invade you. they say that a kid and a grown man had ants crawl into their mouths and end up in their faces, causing undetectable itching, followed by eventual death when they entered the brain and started eating it.

now if that's not the premise for a really splendid b-movie, i don't know what is! nonetheless, it's inspired a bit of paint cartooning on my part.

Labels: ,

Genusfrog [ 10:58 am ]


  • I sleep with a fried chicken drumstick in my mouth. Okay ah? Not sweets.

    By Blogger The Geek, at 10:38 am  

Post a Comment

<< Home