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.


Thursday, July 27, 2006
Photobucket - Video and Image HostingThe cleaner ladies at my office are absolutely suicidal.

Carparks. Exit ramps. Blind spots. For two days now, between 5 to 5.30, when lots of people leave the car park, the cleaner ladies at my office building line up diagonally - get this, they literally line up diagonally - across the entire width of the exit ramp around the blind spot so that as you drive up the exit ramp, flooring on the gas paddle to make it up the slope, you are immediately confronted with a row of cleaner ladies standing inches in front of your car with their brooms. What the heck is wrong with this world? Don't people want to not die anymore? Is this like some industrial action put together by six ununionised master cleaner employees? or are they really all suicidal?

a couple of weeks ago, i spent a whole day subbing stories about people who got into accidents in their workplaces. one guy answered a phonecall while on a ladder, fell down, damaged his brain and during rehab, committed suicide. two guys were burned in a firework factory when static electricity caused a couple of explosions. and then there was this fifteen year old kid who was an apprentice at this factory, who was helping to clean a conveyor belt when his arm got caught in some rotary part. his whole arm got severed off from the shoulders down. of this kid's story, my colleague told me "it's stories like this that make me thankful that i'm a white collar slob". it's true.

yesterday on the ldp, there were these road sweepers standing on the cuff of the fast lane, sweeping off leaves. what the heck are they thinking? i'm sure they realise how fast the cars on the fast lane go. still, they don't look remotely bothered to stand in a more safe way. they didn't even have so much as an orange cone to alert drivers, you go round the bend at 100kmh and there they are, both feet on the road, back to the cars, sweeping leaves off the nature strip. i don't think they always have a choice but they probably don't realise that there are laws regulating what the council need to supply in order to make their road sweeping safer. i swear, at 100kmh, my sideview mirror just has to clip one of those guys' elbows and it will not only break it, it will fling him onto the road where the next car will kill him. i know this sounds like a damn daggy thing to be blogging about - on a blistering cold morning like this one, i could be weaving all sorts of yarns right now - but it's really distressing me.

if i see those cleaner ladies lined up in front of the exit ramp one more time, i think i'll just go down and scream at them. all those stories i sub, a lot of them involve really negligent bosses but a lot of the time, they also involve some really reckless workers. common sense alone should prevail, right? you'd think that a properly socialised darwinian adult knows the basic skills of survival, right? some of them are so damn negligent it just makes me mad. they're all commblocks waiting to happen and they don't even care. all they care about is standing around and sweeping the floor. i swear, when i drive up the ramp, they don't even bother to move.

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