A Short Post

the cold winter days are lurking behind the corner, waiting to spring on us anytime now. heck some would even say it's already here. for the past 2 years, i have noticed, summers are getting hotter, begin later and end later, brush fires come later, then the rainy days and lastly winter. yet we are still using plastics, polluting the world with CO2 emissions that come with energy consumption. as if global warming isn't of any concern at all. sing the go green tune but hey we can't live without them can we? talk about living in a paradoxical world.

so, i've started working since december 1st. am thankful i got a job i can't stress this enough, but i still can't deny the commute is a nightmare. ughh. and the lack of intellectual stimulation is also bothering me.. to a slightly lesser extent. i'm afraid i'll become complacent after a while and get stuck in this job for a good chunk of my "youth". shudder to imagine, but i hope i won't have to stay there for long.

christmas and december has always been my favorite time of the year, and still is. love all the festive atmosphere wherever you go, the christmas lights, people "generally" became nicer (whether its to get on the good side of god or santa, or if they felt they're socially obligated to be so, or just that the festive season has gotten hold of their softer sides i don't know)... and the list goes on. but bad things doesnt cease to occur just because it's christmas or that it supposed to be a holly jolly season. my hot cuppa sat there and turned cold, abandoned by me who's burdened myself with all the ugly events happening in the world...

i'm off to reheat the hot cocoa, but plane that crashed can't be un-crashed, lives robbed away from their families can't be revived, blood shed can't be unstained - even if the culprit is put behind bars. and like the sentimental poets of the olden days who wrote beautiful poems about stuff they were concerned about yet struggled with the helplessness, all they - and i - could do was just sigh as we sit accompanied by the moon (except i don't write beautiful poems like they do). what a melancholic post this is.