Nicholas was....

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.

Ho.

Ho.
-Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman.

I just looove Neil Gaiman's work... They're so different..

Speaking of different,
wheeeeeeee today is christmas!!
Christmas is Today!!!
haahahahhahahahhah

And since I've been pretty untalkative
in recent weeks
I am quite positive
I can waste a few extra words of inane babble here

Neil Gaiman's work is kinda eerie in a weird, warped way that is positively delightful
(delightful?? who uses this word anyway?? In daily Conversation??)

Query, why do people of all ages go into a frenzy on this midwinter festival?
What makes thousands of normally level headed and sensible adults go absolutely gaga at the sign of snowman innards and gizzards swirling above their heads?
This 'snow' is so influential that even people here in Malaysia is affected by its mysterious power.

Or maybe its because everyone is getting presents.
Stuff that are..

are..

for free


hahahha

I am a Buddhist.
I am sure, I check every morning.
And I'm celebrating the birthday of a christian religious icon?
well, syeah, you get presents on his birthday!!
hahah
kidding
no I don't celebrate it, I don't get presents nor do i set up christmas trees.
I should be wishing you all a Happy Buddhamas but that would be plain stupid
because it is not His birthday.

I agree with Terry Pratchett's theory of Why Christmas is Celebrated
Okay, after a long and dark winter,
who knows what evil tricksy things might be alurking aroond the dark corners of the world
breeding, groowin' stronger with each taste and mouthful of darkness
so they dress up the trees with sparkly lights to light up the world
scream carols at the top of their voice to scare away the evil creatures
and build snowy sentries to guard their homes.

*note the nice mythic, celtic tone of the narration*
**I made up the part about the snowman, a round of applause please people**

I like my version better :-)

Last night, while I faithfully awaited my parents' return from across the sea
( they went to mainland penang)
I went channel surfing on my faithful remote control.
I a-spied a curious show christened Barbie in a Christmas Carol.
Funny people singing and dancing while decorating trees,
dancing around with very very pricey looking breakable ornaments
hint hint
of course no shattered glass or babi in sight

and then my eye fell upon a disney movie Tinker bell
(hahahha imagine my eyeball chasing tinker bell around neverland hahahahaha, if you don't get it refer to the line above, if you still don't understand it never mind, poor soul)
and at the end this bunch of rats with glowing red eyes were upon them

Had they look sleek and cool in black
*instead of looking a musty black as if they had been buried and had dug their way out of 6 feet under*
Paired with their glowing red eyes
and their pair of pointy front teeth..
You get the idea, bestseller, hollywood, silver screen..
if you don't get the idea: you poor soul!!!

that's all
tata
don't get used to it

Just for fun

Oh, hold me my sweet,
Don't let me go;
Look at me my sweet,
Oh, how your eyes glow..

But should you turn your head,
And look at another,
I shall rip off your head
And we shall be together
forever~

hahahah

The Internet

inter net

A net
Interlocking lives
Lacing through every aspects of today's world
Subtle, relentless
Was there ever a time in memory in which it had never been conceived
Silent, endless

The sky is the limit
and Beyond

But like a Hummingbird
fed artificial sugar
starving
bit by bit,
byte by byte,
eating to the verge of gluttony
but dying from within.

LOL?
LMAO?
Silent laughters
Mocking peals
Shadows of merriment
As warm and heartfelt
as a thrown knife in the blinding darkness

The internet
The sky is the limit
and Beyond

LOL... Lol... lol...

My Existance

I want to know

that everything

I say or do

Is making a difference

I want to know

that somewhere out there

Someone thinks of me

Before they close their eyes

With every breathe they take

I want to know

that I am the cause of a nightmare

or what keeps a nightmare at bay

the difference between the choice of

a lollipop or a candy-cane

Every little thing

I want to know about

Every little thing

Proves that I

Exist

Out of Touch

I feel lost, very much so

It's like being alone in a room filled with people

Everyone knows where they are going

While i wander aimlessly

Against the unstoppable river of time

I am lost

I feel like I am drowning

Everyone beyond my grasp

I hold on with all my might

With all the light and life there is within me

But than i realize

Why not end it all

Succumb to the cold embrace of slumber forevermore

Then I will be lost no more

*insert title here*

I have partially gotten over it but watching Nostradamus: 2012 first thing in the morning is probably not the best way to start off a lovely and hopefully eventful day.

The usual, the seas shall boilth overth, fishies shall cooketh, magnetic field weakening, chaos turmoil pandemonium cannibalism ensues darkness shall reign, mankind facing extinction, icecaps melting, radioactive rays of the sun, bbq party.

Definitely not the best way to start a day.

Anyway moving on to petty everyday yadayad, i am currently in KL in my cousin Nick's house, staying for a week, came on sunday, going home on following sunday.

Watched MJ this is it, really cool awesome nicely cheorographed zombies, still wonderful albeit weaker.

Discussion Segment for today ( Last blog was about The Point Of Religion)

What Makes Michael Jackson so Popular
A shroud of mystery and charisma enfolds this King of Pop, probably the reason ppl so readily believe in the child molestation case since it makes this mysterious figure more human. What exactly goes through his mind when he sings? What inspires him to write and sing songs like Billie Jean, Thriller? He certainly believes in fairytales nee Neverland ranch.

Moving on, Neil Gaiman is an awesome writer, sadly i have run out of his books..

For anyone who is aware of the Ajahn Brahm's case, thingy, I think you will agree with me when i say this whole thing is just rediculous. Why can't women be Bhikkus? male and Female is just an idea! it is just the body! What is wrong?! The entire foundation of this religion is the fact that all things are impermenent! nothing is permanent! Hypocrites!! Ajahn Brahm, rock on!

We went for dinner at Shogun last night, a Jap restaurant, great food, tried a sashimi, wasn't a fan. nice sushi, tempura, soup, etcs. it was a buffet style thing.


ah well, gtg, buh-bye now.

At long last....

Drum rolls yadayad skip the whole routine

Let it be known here,
loud and clear,
upon thy ear,
(or upon thy eyes since its here)
that i am pregnant.

no i tell a universe sized untruth

but let it stew

for aft this nothing shall seem as horrendous or foul

every news shall smell as roses (or look as roses, what thy heckth)

for i am a technophobe

not a biggie surprise since i've been absenth frometh thy scene for many a month

because to be honestly, brutally, painfully frank or in this case chiou yih with you, there is practically nothing 'up' or interesting happening right now in my life and i hate signing onto the blog and realizing for myself that i have no life.

Thus i have decided to enclose myself in a bubble where no information of any kind can remind me of my abnormality or open my eyes to see the freak i am.

Like, whatever.

not that anyone noticed that i have mysteriously disappeared from the face of the electronic world so maybe i should just curl up and die shall i? shall i????

after pmr i have been floundering around with no directions, no aims or goals nothing. its like life is finally over. For me that is.

and i have been informed that i shall die when i am 18 by a blockbuster. how optimistic my life is turning out to be.

i shall die, talentless, no contribution to the universe except for a mega sized carbon footprint to commemorate my meaningless existence.

I have prepared a list of What To Do Come 2012

1st phase
Try to find a way to save earth, after all humans are reasonable, intelligent creatures who will give up their lovely comfortably mundane lives to see reason for the sake of the greater good... and fail miserably in this attempt.

2nd phase
scream Why cruel world??? Why????

3rd phase
Fall into brain dead form of depression, droll on the carpets, go 'Waerghhh?!' when in contact with external stimulus, walk with knuckles dragged on the ground, the whole zombie packaged deal.

4th phase
blame past generation for the impending doom, mumble to oneself a little, go insane, cackle, talk evilly about others to pet (if no pets, talk to yourself, it works too) giggle uncontrolably, etc. Once tired of being insane proceed to phase 5.

5thPhase
not very sure actually... question the very foundations of religion? humanity? knock yourself out, only 3 more years to go.. haha

i did, you know, question the yadayad of religion.. how do you know its the right one? people have been seeking this Greater Truth for millenias what makes ppl so sure they have got it ? the truth or a truth? or do all religions hold a tiny piece of the puzzle to the Truth?
Whats the point?when we all have to end up dead? if there is a god, why does he or she have to send us down to earth for The Great Test? isn't heaven big enough? and Nirvana. why do we have to undergo suffering? why us? why are we important enough to get a ticket pass to infinite none existence? why everything? why?

lots of whys but not enough becauses.

if every bad deed counts, then the fact that i am breathing air, filling it with carbon d, killing 0.000001% of earth with every alphabet i type, isn't that bad? I'm killing little bits of ppl as i type, as i breathe. Killing, small yet significant.

I feel totally messed up.

i have got a hundred and one things to blog about but compared to this.. what does it matter?

small and insignificant.

signing out..