so, here's the deal

i am seated in the hot seat, trashing calls from the people around singapore with BB problem.

acting gay and going crazy, make people laugh and lighten the environment around the otherwise boring job and frustrated people.

maybe. they might not think so.

probably pissed some chaps off, but since i cannot hope to please everyone... why give a damn?

so... here i am, once again, the thumb in the pie, the thorn among the bushes, the Mac among the PCs...

why should i care.

think i am crazy? fine.
think i cannot work? yea.
think i am a traitor? better yet, why not call me one? Stone me, tear me apartwhile you're at it.

and i will live on even after that.

for my conscience is clear. I never did anything good, i never did anything evil, but what i did, was with a conscience clear as the sky is blue.

who cares what you think.