it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

You know it's Christmas when...
there is a fever of madness in your local mall. And a steady flow of screaming shoppers ravaging at the discount counters not for the joy of giving but the joy of instant gratification.

You know it's Christmas when...
there's a smell of panic in the air when the last candy cane has been swooped up. Uh-oh... pull the emergency brake! We've got a emergency stench of materialism.

You know it's Christmas when...
suddenly the pots of the unfortunates are filled up just below the brim just so there is always space for more next year.

You know it's Christmas when...
squirrels are running in your backyard because they've lost their natural habitat from the annual demand of wrapping paper for fat spoilt brats who lost count of how many presents they have this year.

Yes... it's that time of the year again.

No wonder I've lost the spirit of Christmas. I lost it all to growing up.

life's blah

There is so much mystery that revolves around death. And yet it is so simple. Our body expires when the last breath leaves our tired shell. Or sometimes it is robbed long before our shell is exhausted. Perhaps Life is more often a mystery than death.

Why are we here?

I don't know. I can barely rely on myself for an answer. Did God put us here so some of us would live to know the meaning of happiness, while the other half would live only to know the meaning of suffering? That's not a fair question. God isn't the blame for everything.

Who are we?

I don't know an answer to that question either. Put it on any examination paper, you'll probably get 10,000 different smartarse answers from 10,001 smartarses. That one smartarse i missed out would probably walk out of that examination hall and ask you the very same question in a different manner: "Who the hell do you think you are to grade us based on a question you can't even answer yourself?"

Ah bugger... what's the point of all this? Let's talk about Christmas...