Does the end justify the means?

It is my job to read and monitor the English and BM newspapers everyday, and everyday I see horrifying pictures of death and maimed bodies that is placed so strategically for all to see and gasp over, especially in the BM newspapers - smack dab on the front page, back page and the right side of the newspaper. So it is understandable that I'm quite disturb over the non-censorship of these too-detailed pictures of human suffering.

Lately, there has been really horrifying pictures plastered all over the prominent pages, nothing has been done to curb these 'free press' liberties. Many people see these gory pictures and they shrug as if to say, "So what?" Well, this is not to say that these people do not care about the terrible things that are going on in our world, but they have grown blasé about the suffering of others. There are so many shocking pictures published these days that the shock of seeing one has worn off.

Printing a shocking picture has its uses but at some point we have to say, enough is enough. Why show pictures of a charred body with the identity of the victim plainly visible? Why show a body literally under the back wheel of an ambulance, and why show a picture with dead people littering the accident scene with the identity of the victims plainly visible and a few private parts showing as well? There are many questionable newspaper pictures out there. While I understand that printing pictures like that serves to warn and shock the public into awareness, I do not see why the identity or the name of the victim should be published. Think about the victim's family. What will they think when they see pictures of their love ones in such gory details? How will that affect them? Especially the children. What are they to think when they see papa or mummy under the wheel of a bus? Stuff of nightmares, methinks, and psychological disorder.

Nowadays, I hardly see any black stripe across a victim's or accused face. Let's take the Nirmala Bonat case. I agree that maid abuse is a terrible human infraction, as any abuse is, and it should be broadcasted to warn others and to stop the 'practice' taking the 'law' into your hands. But I still think that their identities should have been kept from the public. Especially the employer's face. We all know what she did was wrong and terrible and she should be punished for her crimes, but we didn't have to know what she looks like. It's like a witch-hunt. Reporters crowding around, pushing cameras into her face and all that. Maybe people booing on the sidelines. All that was missing was the stake, and maybe some rotten vegetables. She has young children. What about them?

I know, I know, many of you would think that why should we be so closed-minded or rather 'kolot'? That we should be allowed to decide and think for ourselves? I agree with that. I think that we need to be open-minded too about every thing too. That in order for growth, we need to take the good and the bad. But there are times when we should ask ourselves does the end justify the means? If the answer is yes, then that's good. But then everything is relative. It is easy for us to sit here and type what we think when we do not have to be the one to act.

Maybe there's a bigger picture to publishing the gory pictures but if there are, I don't see some of them. To me, they were printed just for sheer news value. That's just my take...

Who can I trust?

I have come to a point in life that I'm finally asking this question, "Who can I trust?" And my answers are all on one hand and family do not count. I look at my friends and colleagues and I asked myself, "Who do you trust the most and the littlest?", and my answers are not comforting. True, there are different levels of trust assigned to each friend and colleague. You depend on people, you trust them with certain aspects of your life, you put your trust in their hands, with the hope that they will not crush it and throw it on the ground and then stomp on it.

I have got to learn not to trust so easily. Today's little incident has taught me that. How do you know the person you're confiding in, won't go around telling others and making fun of you, and laughing at your expense? Somebody told me that trust is a funny thing, that you need to be the one to give it first before anything else can happen. I agree, to open up one's heart to hurt is to trust blindingly. I did that, and I'm still doing it. I will have to stop now.

And then there are those strangers you meet once and on the second time and you're the best of friends.

But then there are those who surprise you with their belief in you and loyalty to you. We may not have been abreast at all the times, but they are always there for me. I thank the Lord that He gifted me with such wonderful friends. You know who you are, and thank you for caring.

PMS-ing

Nothing feels right. Nothing feels as it should be. What the hell is wrong? The space around me crackles with discontent, it moves as though it has a life of its own, lashing out at anyone who dares cross its path. Every action equals a reaction, nothing is left undone or unsaid. There are laser glares and muted roars at those who are as slow as sloths and useless as a broken lamp post. They serve no purpose but to annoy my aura.

I have no patience, I have no tolerance. I have nothing, but pain in my gut. It is driving me to acts of violence after 2 months of silence. Now it has emerged angry and resentful and full of wrath.

Do not cross paths with me. Do not ask me questions when you know the answer. Do not send me useless emails asking me be a link. Do not ask me to do your chores.

Do not speak to me.

Using what brain cells I have

Now I'll have to break out my brolly.

Sigh. My wish came true. It's raining and it's raining as though heaven has opened its floodgates. Me and my wishes... - sigh -

So I'm stuck at work. Even with my brolly, I'd probably get wet. So what to do, what to do... I could:

a. Play online games
b. Sit and stare at the walls
c. Chat with more people (I'm already chatting)
d. Clean my desk
e. Come up with a new folder system
f. Or I could get back to work.

*sigh*

I'm gonna have to go back to work. Coz if I don't, I'm gonna be swamped and then sucked under tomorrow. Might as well make use of my brains, eh?

He who learns, and makes no use of his learning, is a beast of burden with a load of books. - Does the ass comprehend whether he carries on his back a library or a bundle of faggots? - Saadi (1184-1291)

aiks.

Breaking out my blanket

Finally, I can sleep seamlessly at night. It was nice and comfy to sleep and towards morning, it became so chilly that I had to wake up and pull out my blanket which I had shoved onto a shelf. Talk about relief. *sssiiigghhhh*

I just read in the papers that the weather will be cooler these few days and nights as rainfall is expected. The icky heatwave before was caused by the South-West Monsoon winds which had left us without cloud cover. In Perth, there isn't much cloud cover most of the time but the cold winds make up for it, though we still get sunburn if you're under the sun too long.

Life is getting better, I say. For the time being anyway. I love the rain, as long as I'm indoor of course. Bring on the lightning!

^_^