Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
Some people are just born with the natural intolerance to the untruth.
That makes us bad liars. That doesn't mean we lie any less; nor does it mean we lie for any nobler reasons. It just means more effort is required for us to lie, and for us to make the lie convincing. While for others, lying 10 times makes the 11th time easier, for us each lie is like a fresh cringe - forever waiting for the temerity of the lie to come back and bite us.
And of course, the untruths discomfort us more than you would understand. That doesn't mean the truth hurts us any less, it just means we'd prefer the hurt of the truth that to have the uncomfortable knowledge of the blatant untruth.
In a time and place where untruths are celebrated.. I guess it's to be expected that the truth no longer means much. The untruth is something to be proud of, something to strive for. Personified, the truth is but an aged monarch - extended respect only out of courtesy - a shadow to the politician basking in adoration.
