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.


Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Got this in the email, but since i'm not large for forwarding it on, i'll give it a bit of airspace here. what isit?

a disgruntled car park hunter wants to locate the owner of this badly parked black vios, numbered wpk 6393. i feel for the person who started this email chain. the temptation to publicly shame the owner of this car far outweighs any temptation to, say, scratch the car with your keys - which i know many people do. it's certainly more constructive. and considerably more resourceful.

for me, i was once partially blocked from exiting a car park by an SUV. i left a note on the windscreen saying that "only a savage will park his car like this". i've written several other similar notes, calling people names, but along the way, reminding them that the combination of a motor vehicle, a fool and society at large is bad news.

and so, i like this method. take a picture and make sure it gets into every inbox in greater kl. so, to the owner of this black vios, mister or miss wpk 6393, i hope the spread of your infamy teaches you to be a bit more considerate next time.

i guess you can pass this on.


Genusfrog [ 9:04 am ]


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