X'mas Gemmy

Hehe... Thought I'd share... Gemmy's in an Xmas mood... ;)

My new baby

This is my new baby. His name is Germaine, aka Jemmy. :D

Being a circle

Have you heard of the story of the circle?

We have been brought up to believe that we are un-filled circles, circles with a slice missing in between. Stories of princesses finding the one true prince who would outshine them all, stories of knights in shining armour who will outwit the most evil of sorcerers to save us from our dreary existence.

However, as we move along the road of life, we begin to find that the people we meet rarely fill the hole in our hearts perfectly. Once in a while we tend to find those lucky people who do find the perfect fit, but how rare is that? It is like finding a needle in a haystack.

As the day wears on, we begin to fill the hole with other things which we find more important to us. Hobbies, friends, family, etc. Things that actually make us more individualistic, more fulfilled, less worried over the small stuff. We begin to forget about the need to find someone to fill the hole in our heart, as we ourselves are overflowing with love and the zest for life. Only then do we begin to live as we the solitary circle begin to fill up and walk down the road by ourselves without qualms.

I believe that is the way to live. And then should the day come, when we find someone who is walking the same path, in the same state of mind, we may find a companion to share our happiness, to share our enthusiasm for life, as happiness is best shared. But if it doesn't work out, then so be it. For there is nothing in the world we can lose from this unless we choose to. Such is life. :)

Annoyance

You know there are people whom I'm close with and others whom I'm just acquaintances with and others whom I just cannot stand no matter how much I try to connect. I've been working very hard to. I swear. But my colleague, N is just one hell of an annoying, self-centered, back-stabbing son of a bitch. It's a headache since I am forced to share rooms and resources with him.

I'm thankful to have made the choice to leave the company by end of the year. It is beyond me to visualize the status of my own mental health should I decide to continue since the interaction in the office sees me watching my back constantly to look out for back-stabbing and accidental stepping of toes. Moreover, mr self-professed neat freak is actually very sloppy when it comes to others and lets people take the blame due to this.

One incident that happened today is a follow up on yesterday's incident which had him dressing me down for causing the computer to be out of battery. But yet he hid the computer when he got to the room last night, causing the computer to be flat. He also didn't bother to do work I told him the boss asked me to pass word to him to. The worst part is that the boss doesn't know and I would bet a hundred that he will make it as though it's my fault.

Bloody bitch. I hope he burns.

That 70s feeling

I've always positioned myself as an individual who is born in the wrong era, wistfully looking into the annals of the 70s for inspiration. I always cite how pop music was in its golden era in the 70s, where we had the plethora of musical styles like funk, disco, innovative rock (glam, prog, art etc.) We have seen bands come and go, musical styles just blossoming left right center, while expression was the key word. Even today, despite my horror for the fluffy and fuzzy garish nightmares of the era, I've always held a soft spot for the fabric patterns and colour coordination which is stereotypical of the era.

With that in mind, of course I'm excited when I say I've gotten myself a few extra articles for my wardrobe which is reminiscent of the 70s. Though it's been hard to find something that complements my overall look. So, lo behold, the crabbiness of HRH King Crabby XVIII's in his new favourite shirt.

Holiday blues

The beauty of Raya, or any major holiday like CNY or ones that constitute a long weekend, is that when you're staying back in KL, the roads are free! :D Makes you have the rush to run around yelling, free at last, free at last! No more major bummer of traffic jams for the next few days, before everyone comes grumbling back from their post-holiday depression/coma.

Unfortunately, my holiday comprised of stressing out over the sorry state of my car, trying frantically to revive it, and fretting over transportation problems since I wanna meet up with friends who live away from the major railway stops. That in turn spells am undeniable, crippling sorry state of affairs, where I'm even too freaked out to leave my house out of fear that I might get stuck in the middle of some randomly remote area with my vegetable-state car, and since the mechanics are closed on public holidays, I'm forced to leave my blue darling in the middle of nowhere.

Of course, I feel a need to get pissed off over the fact that mommy dearest has been stalling over the car issue like no tomorrow. But I guess, what can I do, since I'm at their mercies financially still. Sigh.

In other news, I'm excited to have verbal diarrhea again. The ability to talk and write and compose with no worries of the dreaded writer's block virus making its rounds, and to top that off, I'm getting back into the habit of reading again. Just finished HP:OOTP, HP:HBP, Jeffery Archer's Cat o' Nine Tails and Amy Tan's Saving Fish from Drowning in just 1.5 weeks. Which is a huge accomplishment, since I've been stalling at reading for quite some time, and have just been filling my parched literary soul with magazines and newspapers. Are the muses back? I hope so. :)

Annoyance

Don't you feel annoyed when people come to you while you're in the midst of something, and keep beeping you on MSN, even though you've put your status to busy/away? It's probably the equivalent to sitting in the office with a huge closed sign, and people keep knocking the door wanting to talk to you. I wouldn't mind so much if it was something important, like they have something to ask me about or some issue that has turned up like Michael Jackson's death. But then, not only do they disregard the status, but also they try to keep a conversations going, even though you keep trying to get out of it.

My question is, are these people mentally-challenged, linguistically challenged, or just plain boors? I have half a mind to take their CPU and shove it up where the sun doesn't shine to prove my point. There is a reason as to why I have "away" on my status, and there's a reason why I prefer to keep it permanently that way. If it was my mobile, I'd also hang up. So why not MSN. Is free will in communication not sacred anymore?

The next person who tries to beep me on MSN and maintain a conversation while I'm "Away" is going to get my nice little fisty stuffed down his/her throat. =.="

The trouble with writing

The trouble with writing for a living is that one can never have writers' block nor have much down time in between. Even when my creative juices have been squeezed dry, and the tip of my pen is as dry as a parched desert, I'm still expected to keep the words flying out like endless rain into a paper cup. To be frank, sometimes, I just don't care anymore. I hate it when I'm forced to write when the muses have abandoned me out of sheer exhaustion, crawling away with the balls of the their elbows out of fear that I drag them kicking and screaming back into another session of pure mental exercise/torture, when all they want to do is to stimulate the finer points of beauty in words. I pity them, just as much as I pity myself, as I'm also in the spot where I'm supposed to ply my trade, my gift of writing in exchange for gold.

I can tell you how my blogs have came and went. How what once was the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, is turned into the damned House of Usher, ever doomed to be haunted by ghosts of one's terror and damned to remain standing neglected maintained forevermore purely on will and not being able to die.

I want to write, and I will write. But yet, despite a hopefully fresh start here, I'm anticipating the inevitable fall of the House of Usher. How's that for an optimistic note for the future? ;)