To the Moon Maiden

O calm and serene
Brighten up my night
Up in the sky out of reach

Still a Yes

Even if I had known what I know today
I still would have sat on those steps of stone
I still would have watched as the sun shone
And danced over the hills in the distance
Three years ago I still would have said "Yes"

So it is

And so I am
Back to gray
Are you as red
As you were
Red before?

Two years

Two years

Changed for an ever

This night

Another I've never

Of pointy-haired bosses

HR(Human Resources) demanded the Xion document by 17th December. My reply clearly stated that the Ancient Brotherhood would not be issuing the Xion document until the Ceremony of Xion in May and that the Ninja document should suffice till then. So, HR, in all its logic and reasoning prowess, extended the deadline for submitting the Xion document to 7th January. Must control... fist... of death...

Yes, I'm a huge fan of Dilbert

My pie of uncomfortable

I've accepted myself as an introvert. I am no longer ashamed to be the guy who doesn't talk so much. I can sit awkwardly alone at gatherings and be totally fine with it. But here's the problem: most people aren't comfortable with me being comfortably uncomfortable in social situations. They try to make me feel better. What they don't realize is that in their attempts to reach in and smother my core of uncomfortable, they peel away the outer crust of comfortable (which smells like freshly baked bread) and announce the ugly insides for everyone else to see and judge.

Now I seem totally ungrateful. So I'll say I don't despise these acts of magnanimity; I've done the same things myself. The thing is if someone is awkward and um... inthlahrung, you should just let him or her be comfortably awkward and most importantly, never ever EVER direct everyone's attention to said awkwardness.

Growing old or growing up?

This was supposed to be a comment on someone else's blog, on a post about about getting older. But it's one of those things that I'd probably want to read again in a few years. And I kind of like it when no one seems to read my posts anymore; I can write like no one's reading. It's a little against my principle of not redacting anything I've posted but that's a topic for another post. Anyway here it goes:

It's after-churchsies in a new city. I thought I was still young enough to hang with the college kids with the crazy hairdos. I wasn't. Then I assumed I belonged to the working professionals group with the tucked-in shirts. I didn't. I went home alone realizing I was growing older but not growing up as fast. (This reminds me of a joke about how growing old is mandatory but growing up is optional)