Rambling on & on & on & on & on.....

This Christmas, I received a merry number of Christmas trees. And the convenient part is, they don't make a warehouse of my dwelling. Well, they did clogged up my cellphone message memory though. Yeah, happy that people remember to wish me but as the SMSes I received became more similar to each other, I just stopped reading the rest of the messages. Most of them are the same anyway, although some may be different, but all starts with a tree right at the top. *YAWN* How boring...Guess I can't really complain since I don't even know how to create those cutesy SMSes eh? Okay, so don't hesitate to send me another ubiquitous message next festive season. It's totally ok. It's only meant to be greetings. Just that it'll be a bit boring, that's all. Don't worry about it. Geez, WHAT am I blabbering about???

The last coupla days (almost) the whole world was plagued with Internet connection problem due to the Taiwan earthquake. Super-glad it's recovered since. While worrying about the telecommunication prob, hope people can also be more conscious of the plight of the earthquake victims. Nah, I dunno how bad (or good) their situation is now but it just struck me as extremely weird that most people only worry about when the Internet is coming back on instead of how bad the destruction was in the affected areas. Well, THAT might as well includes yours truly too.

Bloggers worldwide had gone bonkers over the disruption too, complaining about how they can't blog and how it's affecting their work because all their contacts and data are online; some have pent-up emotions which they can't release & blah blah blah...Funny people there. Guess we have ourselves to blame for depending so much on the Internet. Should seriously keep backups of important data or contacts offline. And if you got some fucked-up emotions to pen about and the fucked-up Internet is still immersed underwater unfixed, then just open up Microsoft Word and write anything you want there lah! After that just copy and paste into ur blog! Is that so hard to do, egghead?!? Don't complain about not having to let out your unimportant feeling. It's not THE most important thing in the world ok? Important things are like emergency calls, stock market update, etc.

Well, not that I wasn't without my share of woes. I couldn't play online games behind my bosses' backs. And they're on vacation til next week starting yesterday ok? Now that is important - having an office vacation.

And then there's the Great Johor Flood. People who know me probably know where I'm from. Bless the victims and let's hope the second wave won't come at all. Also thank all the sweet deities and fairies and lucky stars in the universe that my house wasn't immersed in 7 feet deep water. In fact, thank God it didn't kena flood at all! Hope my family's doing fine down south cos there's been lotsa traffic congestion in JB. Oh, please let it stop raining soon!

Hmmm...I suddenly feel like going to karaoke.

High School Shakespeare

Here's a poem I wrote about Hanson when I was 16 or 17. Missing the days when I could write like a muse...

A Night Underneath The Stars
Wish upon the three stars hanging in the sky,
The dark shroud enveloping the night,
Yet, the stars sparkle, glimmer and shine,
While the darkness yields to balustrade the light
emanating from the hot tiny suns,
The three hold their ground...or space,
Sculpting their light from the night,
Turning it into a haven of angelic shrines,
Pushing the labyrinth of crudeness
away from their flawless constellation,
Attempting to be impervious
to the Purgatory around them,
Language of the heart
tinkles from their deft fingers,
Casting light and glitter
upon the appreciative land,
The glassy surface not-withstanding,
For it is a mirage,
One on the desert of Sahara,
And it passes quickly,
For a fraction of a lightyear,
With the divisions being infinity,
And a sunny day in Paradise gone by,
The land was deceived,
Leaving it with a bitter-sweet reverie,
Of forgotten cities of watery Atlantis,
or of lush Pompeii,
It is all but an illusion
that attempts to mimic the brilliance of the stars,
The stars shine, still
Though they might have turned into dusts,
When their precious gem of white and silver,
Reaches my eyes,
Sending a beautiful message unsigned,
Leaving my final wish unfulfilled,
And takes me back to alpha,
But I know; and comprehend
All these will lead me back
to the omega of the stars,
I dread the arrival of that sunrise,
Though anticipation has settled in my mind,
For my mind's eye has witnessed a vision,
Vivid and clear as day,
Fondly will I remember the stars,
As a reflection from my past,
Veritable in comparison to the raging fireball of life,
For the three stars are my guides,
In my memory,
They are mine.
Amen.

It's also posted here.

Bite Me!

Been having one of those days in which I'm doubting my self-worth. I dunno how much I'm worth but I don't think it's only worth this much.

Truth is, I think I'm slowly turning into a monster I despise the most. Probably because I've got nothing better to do after work these days. Seriously, I'm morphing into one of those housewives who do nothing other than gossip about other people. The thought scares me to death but sadly, I'm still alive. Hah!

Wondering what makes me the brat I am today. Well, maybe my current life is too much like a bowl of lukewarm water - neither hot nor cold. Too comfortable, which makes me unfeeling. I should probably think about venturing into uncharted territories to add some spice to my ever-so-boring life.

But how?