Sunday, February 12, 2006
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
1550 fearless
it's a small world after all. point blank, heads on bang! can i get such luck in the lottery already!
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
it's not you it's me
you are a great person, and i don't deserve someone like you.
This might be the worst line ever, something out of a dummies book. This really gives me the resolve to make a quick and complete exit. So now we have gone full circle back to the beginning, and i can make small talk without a weight on my mind. And if that line was not an excuse? I look at it as i am doing her a service. Living up to her image perhaps.
This might be the worst line ever, something out of a dummies book. This really gives me the resolve to make a quick and complete exit. So now we have gone full circle back to the beginning, and i can make small talk without a weight on my mind. And if that line was not an excuse? I look at it as i am doing her a service. Living up to her image perhaps.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
mr broker
As I left the office, I saw mr broker. He hangs around the building everyday in the same rags, watching the public live stock ticker. A curious sight, a scrawny man squatting down taking notes as he stares at the screen. I gave him the nickname of mr broker as he seems so serious in his research or whatever he is on, paying no attention to curious stares from passerbys. Just doing his own thing. really.
This time his shirt has a large hole on the back, cut neatly as if with scissors. And a large neatly cut hole on the seat of his pants. He is still seemingly unbothered, taking notes, doing his own thing. At this moment i felt a strange sense of guilt. The vandalized set of clothing he is wearing might be the only set he owns.
Our modern cosmopolitan city has it's share of the poor, homeless and destitute, but i don't think i will be seeing someone in torn pants again anytime soon. In this society? no way! I was quite unsettled afterwards, thinking about the dignity factor or rather the lack of it, and the sense of provety in the scene that i witnessed. For sure this puts my daily grousing of work in real perspective.
This time his shirt has a large hole on the back, cut neatly as if with scissors. And a large neatly cut hole on the seat of his pants. He is still seemingly unbothered, taking notes, doing his own thing. At this moment i felt a strange sense of guilt. The vandalized set of clothing he is wearing might be the only set he owns.
Our modern cosmopolitan city has it's share of the poor, homeless and destitute, but i don't think i will be seeing someone in torn pants again anytime soon. In this society? no way! I was quite unsettled afterwards, thinking about the dignity factor or rather the lack of it, and the sense of provety in the scene that i witnessed. For sure this puts my daily grousing of work in real perspective.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
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