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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.


MAIN THEMES

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.


OTHER THEMES

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.


CHAT





Thursday, January 22, 2009



1.30pm
(hmmm where's my access card? oh, where's my wallet? must be in the car)

2.54pm
Let's go downstairs for a drink. vending machine.

2.56pm
I don't have my access card. it's in the car.

3.01pm
Eh. it's not here lah. it must've dropped out in dengkil.

(on the drive to dengkil)

3.06pm
Lady: Hello. fergus ong? i'm from geena hair salon ah. just now one man chandra called. he said you lost your wallet. you go and get from him now?

3.08pm
Fergus: Hello, mr chandra? oh mr chandran? yes, i think i left my wallet just now. ya. i'm on my way now. thanks!

3.10pm

(chandran 1 wags his finger at me as i walk towards him. he's on a table with another man.)

Chandran 1: Fergus ong

Fergus: Hi mr chandran. thanks so much.

Chandran 2
: So you are Fergus ong ah.

Fergus, turning to the other man
: Yes.

Chandran 2, pulling out my wallet
: You check your money, see if it's all there. i went through some of your contacts, then i found this... rina or gina or dunno what. actually i called another contact, this diana. but she say she don't know you.

Chandran 1
: Nasib baik tau. tadi orang sapu lantai kat sana, dompet lu kat sini! saya pun kelam kabut wo!

Chandran 2
: We thought maybe we keep for one day then if nobody come then give to balai.

Chandran 1
: Ic semua ada kat dalam wo!

Chandran 2
: Better you check all your money all there la.

Fergus, to chandran 2
: Thanks so much. What's your name?

Chandran 2
: Chandran.

Fergus, to chandran 1
: Oh. so how about you?

Chandran 1
: I oso chandran.

We laugh a bit, shake hands and i give chandran 1, who is the gerai owner, a reward. of course, all this essentially means only one thing - no more hakka mee when i eat on that side.

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Genusfrog [ 3:59 pm ]

4 Comments:

  • Wah, you've broken your "I write about ideas, not events" ethos!

    By Anonymous Kat kat, at 4:15 pm  

  • Dang...I should have been the one to pick up the wallet!

    Now no more business from you :(

    By Anonymous BBQ chicken rice man, at 4:17 pm  

  • Mr Fergus,

    Hope to see you soon. I think you haven't cut hair for a few months already...and it's almost CNY. Special occasion cannot use scissors and cut your hair yourself ok?

    By Anonymous Geena Hair Salon, at 4:25 pm  

  • Gives me hope of Malaysian society!
    We are pogresing!

    By Blogger oomoo, at 10:05 pm  

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