WHO ARE YOU?
look into your history. that is you, defined.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
look into your heart. that is you, definitively.
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
look into your mind. that is you, unfortunately.
Filed under: daily grind
September 9, 2009 • 3:44 am 6
one-week anniversary
Identity.
Two nights ago, I found out that it was an 80 year old man who was crushed under the fully-clay-laden 15-tonne truck last Wednesday morning. It’s been a week since his passing. Eighty years old?
Fatality- confirmed.
There was even a picture of one forlorn bicycle wheel that remained visible beside the fully-tented body. He was crushed, and died on the spot.
Dispute.
Eye witness accounts say that the pedestrian lights were red when the cyclist proceeded. The ‘dazed’ driver said he saw no one when he turned.
Fustration.
I can’t locate the clipping online now.It was a 04 september report by TNP.
Filed under: daily grind
August 18, 2009 • 1:34 pm 0
wednesday identity issues
1. how its already wednesday
2. how its only wednesday
thought 1 wrestles with thought 2. it’s a mid-week crisis.
Filed under: daily grind, working world
July 14, 2009 • 5:47 am 1
major down-time
Approaching truck. Moving vehicles all around. Lights. Truck is going to run me down.
The voice in my head slurs.
Filed under: daily grind, moronics
June 3, 2009 • 3:33 pm 0
Inspired by Full Frontal
What happened to the day- I bossed the younger kids into acting in my improvised play about Sang Nila Utama and the Red lava Mountain.
This is the day-I enjoy the fact that I am behaving like an adult, watching a proper play but in fact contributing a share to people who live on dreams and passion.
One fine day- I will write my own Peter Pan to life , when the Lost Boys return. When?
How has today been?
Today is the day I planned on doing only one thing , but proceeded to fail to do. Today is the day I can summon no credible excuses for my lack of concentration- just simply can’t focus. Today is the day my favourite pohpiah at lunch fails to live up to standards- the sour old lady who sold them to me for extra 30 cents per piece couldn’t even give me two more decent slices of lettuce. Today is the day when my neurotic hunger pangs interfered with my work. Today is the day when I felt like I could not outlive the rest of the week. Today is the day I can see up till Sunday- I usually don’t go there- way too far ahead. Today is the day I go to bed an hour earlier from yesterday- and know it won’t make a big difference to how I feel about tomorrow. Today is the sum total of-
Filed under: after-shower-post, daily grind, written word
