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.


Sunday, August 31, 2008

Fergus, you look dehydrated.
I'm not dehydrated. I'm demoralised.


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Friday, August 29, 2008

They put these books between us.


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Thursday, August 28, 2008

The day of Stella Artois.


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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The day of saba shioyaki.


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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

104 words per minute.


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Monday, August 25, 2008

The day of fried sardines.


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Friday, August 15, 2008

Been reading what i can on the new premiership season and people are starting to give table-finishers predictions. i've been thinking that there's no real value to these things. my opinion is as bad as yours, and by may, nobody's really gonna be diligent enough to dig up predictions made in august to vindicate their clairvoyance. in short, big deal.

but i know now what the world needs. it doesn't need another seemingly accurate predictive table. it needs a table that tells a good story realistically. that i've tried to do. here, i present to you, the english premiership 08/09 table.

1. Liverpool
2. Man Utd
3. Chelsea
4. Tottenham Hotspur

5. Arsenal
6. Aston Villa
7. Portsmouth
8. Newcastle United
9. Blackburn Rovers
10. Everton
11. Sunderland
12. Fulham
13. Hull City
14. Middlesborough
15. West Ham Utd
16. Wigan Athletic
17. Stoke City

18. Man City
19. Bolton Wanderers
20. West Bromwich Albion

liverpool wins the league with one week to spare. the anfield faithful go beserk as torres thumps in the winner in their penultimate game of the season. songs fill the city. everyone paints the town red. spanish flags fly from windowsills. rafa flags adorn cars.

behind them, man utd have another solid season. chelsea have a mixed season, starting well but going shambolic towards the end. players go on strike. indiscipline becomes rife and scolari, in putting his thumb down, freezes important players out. it's war on the bridge. they finish third.

after that it's north london's tottenham, pipping arsenal to the fourth champions league spot on the last day of the season. wenger is despondent. his young team doesn't know what hit them. gallas throws a tantrum and punches an official. across town, juande ramos is hoisted into the air like a war hero. david bentley, scorer of their last day winner, is iconised as he seals his place in the england team. he arrives on the streets of london showing off a new haircut.

meanwhile, at the bottom of the table, disaster has struck. thaksin has sold his man city stars. after that, he's sold up. for half the season, the club's future is in limbo and player wages are frozen for a week in february. morale crumbles. brazilians jo and elano click and they score goals, but the backline leaks like a teabag. mark hughes resigns in october and they hire graeme souness. by march, they second from the bottom. by early may they are third from bottom. they have the chance to avoid relegation. but defeats in the last two games sends them down. the blue half of manchester are in tears.

as for the chasing pack, hull do remarkably well, finishing mid-table, and stoke survive thanks to city's meltdown. newcastle, against all odds, finish respectfully in eight.

Down in the Championship, Flavio Briatore funded Queens Park Rangers finish the season unlikely champions. Sheffield Wednesday finish second to join them going up. The playoffs finish with Nottingham Forest grabbing the last spot. City Ground faithful pack Wembley on playoff final. Finally Forest are back in top flight. Everywhere else in England, they are crowning Liverpool as the new champions.


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Not liquorice! Not gummies!


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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

This isn't exactly breaking news to me, but 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.

irregardless is largely known to be a combination of regardless and irrespective, but it ends up having a prefix ir~, which means non-, and a suffix ~less, which also means -non. hence, it's a double negative word. and is no good for use.

nonetheless, i know lots of people who use it. i've used it many times before this discovery too.

moral of the story? regardless will do.


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Monday, August 11, 2008

Time to show it.


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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Do I even have a say in this?


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Saturday, August 09, 2008

When our team came out.


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Friday, August 08, 2008

I think she needs some time to put her brains together again.


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Thursday, August 07, 2008

Eight twelve four eight twelve.


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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Athalia's been surfing a lot of mommy blogs. wait, correction. athalia's been surfing mommy blogs a lot. just a few, but she ploughs through them, right into the archives and devours everything. first it was heather's blog, dooce. heather's this ex-mormon mom with a little girl called leta and her husband jon.

because she (she here being athalia) reads it like the daily bread, i try to keep up as well. otherwise, she'll drop a line somewhere in the evening like "you know when heather something something last week?" and i'm "err... ya. but you know, i don't retain these things very well". so anyway, that's heather in the picture, on the right, on the today show. yes, i even knew she was gonna wear that dress before she did the show. i've been reading i tell ya.

but now it's not just heather anymore. it's also a british mom called antonia. with her little girl esme. and her lover ian (the first draft of this post had "boyfriend" but i've since been corrected. ian is antonia's lover). antonia's blog is called whoopee and i've just added her rss feed to my daily drip-feed. in a matter of days, i'll be acquainted with the daily lives of two young mothers, retained in homage to every ounce of liverpool junk that athalia has taken on board to read with a smile. difference is, these moms aren't hot. not even in the fernando torres kinda way.

nonetheless, antonia is frighteningly like athalia. they must have hired the same general to strategise all their domestic fights. which makes reading antonia's blog doubly important for me, as i've just pointed out to her: (1) because she likes it, (2) because she's like it.

mommy blogs are a whole blogging genre of their own. and reading them is gonna become a norm for me now. i just know it. and one day, athalia's gonna become one herself. heck, she's gonna become the mommy blogger of mommy bloggers. just she wait.

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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The crunch isn't on my side.


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Monday, August 04, 2008

Three in two hours is much better than last year.


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