Last day of 2010 ...

If the predictions are correct, this will the second last time we will be be able to do this.

By 2012 December 21, the world will end.
Some say it will be judgement day.
Some say it will just be another Y2K.

But does it matter?
Does the fact that we know when is the last day of our life make us change who we are.
Should these predictions serve as nothing more than a "doomsday counter".

If the people working at the Twin Towers knew about the 911 incident, would they have lived their life differently?

Should they?

Know that if 2012 is really a world changing event.
It means that we don't have anywhere to run.
There is no escape.
Resistance is futile.
No matter what we do, the end will happen.

So accepting that fact.
Embracing it fully.
Would you still be doing what you do today?
Can you still be as "Charming" to the ladies?
Or "sexy" to the man?

If you knew you have only less than 720 days to live, what would you do?

Will you still put on your tie and go to work every morning?
Kiss your children and worry about what to cook for dinner?

What would you do?

What would I do?

I have put serious thoughts about this question.
And I actually came up with an answer.

I am going to live my life until the end.
Leaving no dreams behind.
Telling my wife that I love her every single moment.
Sharing myself with the world.
Be my best and more.

Because at the end.
When the kingdom comes.
I will face it head on.
Hopefully without fear.
But definitely without regrets.

Happy New Year My Friends.
Live your Life.
Don't Regret.

Tick Tok ... the clock runs on ..

This is the last week of the year 2010.
Reflections are the key topic in most telecast.
Things that happen throughout the year that means something to those that cared to look and remember.

As for me?
I have very little to say for myself.
Nothing that actually stands out.
Was planning to be inconspicuous and I think I manage to achieve that as best as I could.

Started a few ventures.
But did not really push it very hard.
Its still on the table and I intend to keep pushing them forward in the coming year.

All that comes to mind now is that I would like to thank those of you who kept supporting 12AM.
Coming in to read and leave comments when I am not making much sense.

Happy new year people.
See you on the flip side.

It's a Google Christmas ...

Its so pretty that I had to keep it immortalized here at the blogsphere.

Dear Santa ...

Dear Santa,

I have not written you a letter since I was 10.
Its not to say that I don't believe in you anymore but they told me that I had to grow up.
And I had to stop believing in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.
It was fine for me to believe in the spirit of Christmas because its a holiday for our lord Saviour, but your not suppose to be part of it.

So I stop writing.
But I did not stop believing.

Even though here in Malaysia, we don't have chimneys or large holes which you could scoot down and leave presents, I understand by observing the theory of elimination that when you put away all that is impossible, you are left with the possible alternatives.

So my theory is that you use a teleportation device that will allow you to travel anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye. Makes so much more sense than red nose lightspeed reindeer's and time-distortion machines.

I digress.

Why am I writing to you now?
Well because as I got older I started to realized that I no longer need to listen to the adults that told me to stop believing.
Because well, I am the adult now.

And I want to believe.

I don't need any presents.
I don't need you to come visit or anything on Christmas eve.
So you can go on and help those who really needs you now.

The reason for me to write this now is to let you know (just in case you did not get my sing-a-long-gram) that even when everyone else has stop believing, I still believe in you.

Merry Christmas Santa.
I love you.

From the Naughty kid at 12AM.

The age of man ...

Modern man believes that we are the product of evolution from monkeys.
It is also the belief that we suddenly gain a lot of knowledge in a certain period of time which pushed us from chimps to man.
That or we were genetically altered to become smarter.

The more I read and view documentaries on this subject, the more I am convinced that Man as we today are not the first cycle of our evolution as man.

I am starting to think that our civilization have been "rebooted" several times throughout the ages to be who we are today.

Sounds very "matrix" but without all the "zionic" reference.

This is of course a gut feeling and could not be proven with any fact or evidence.
It's something that pop into my mind while watching the History Channel series Ancient Aliens.
A fascinating show that tries to introduce the notion that alien visitation has been happening since the early ages of man.
With facts like old buildings, old writings and old pictures on stone walls.
The evidences are quite convincing because the creation of these artifacts seems to be beyond the ability of man of those period of time.

But what if what we thought we know about ourselves is not entirely true.

What if the man of those time were more advance than what we understand.

So much of technology and science can be lost for one reason or another.

What is simple today could be hard in our future.

For instance in our olden days, we were able to build buildings without using a single nail to hold the beams together.
Smart crafty science of woodcrafts gave our ancestors the ability to build tall buildings which could last the age of times.

But why can't we remember how to do so now?

Lost because better ways were found.
Lost because the one they knew how to do it forgot to write it down.
Lost because people chose to believe that it was not natural for man to build structures of such.
Lost because entire civilizations were exterminated for their gold.
Lost because our mother earth decided to washed its surface with a lot of rain water.

So came my theory that maybe this age of man might be the 9th, 10th age or more of our entire existence.

A different age.
A different start.
A different end.

The most popular topic going around these days is the 2012 myth.
The end of the world as we know it.
What if this is the kind of cataclysmic event that reboots our entire race as a whole.
Forcing us to walk the same path again.
To learn what we have forgotten.

It will also explain why all the evidence that can be found is made of stone.
As the world restarts itself, all traces of technology would be useless.
Time will wipe away all traces of such civilization only to leave the strongest of them for future generation to find.

For those who survived, they will try to make sure we won't lose everything.
So they leave behind stories and advice to ensure that we don't take too long to find our back.

A nice theory, no?
One that makes more sense than alien interfering with DNA and galactic wars that involves primitive monkeys.
At least to me it does.

Motions upon motions ...

While coming to work, I saw quite a number of stuff that I wanted to blog about.
I even penned it down in my pda for reference.

But as I sat down in my desk, I realized that I did not really want to talk about the pretty girl, the lonely lady and the crazy cat.

They are interesting but for some reason, no longer adequate.

So instead, I am just going to spout whatever that comes to mind when I am typing this.

It's not easy to dump your brain out and pray that it makes sense.
Does it have to make sense?
Its suppose to be therapeutic if not liberating.
But should it make sense?
I think so.
But not.

The idea of mind dumping was first introduced to me by an sci-fi author that had writers block.
He said that when you have nothing to say, then type everything in your mind and siphon through them to find what actually can be used.
Surprisingly it seems that he manages to make up quite a number of plots for multiple books just be not thinking and just typing.

Does it work for me?

It all depends really on the time and day.
On a very dull day, it tends to be able to let me free up all the pent up emotions boiling inside me which I did not know I had.
All cool and calm in the outside, but turbulent and tsunami wreaking in the inside.
Making so much noise that clear thoughts would never be visible.

The concept than is to let it all out.
Ride the wave.
Brave the flame.
Burning it all up.
And dismissing them when it's all over.

The iteration sometimes goes up to several cycles.
Grime is hard to flush away when it's been cooped up too long.

But today?
Am I pushing out fire breathing cusses?
Is anger and disappointment stemming from my finger tips?
I don't think so.

The inside is actually rather calm.
Am not feeling like an axe killer at all.
Instead, it's all about snow.
Clear white snow.
Peaceful winds.
Gentle sighs.

Am holding my breath and waiting for it to happen.
Expecting it.
Slowly.
Settling softly upon my mental bed of roses.
The love that is given freely.
No strings attached.
As it has always been.

Tippity toe ...

It's not that hard.
Working ... I mean.
When you have people who will work with you.
The stress does not go down but it becomes bearable because you have someone to rely on.

Then there are those who won't work with you but have taken upon themselves to do everything possible to go against you.

Now those are the POS that needs to be put in place.
But can't because they have connections with connections with someone else's sperm 20 years ago.
You might think that its time to throw in the towel and find a new job with less politics.

Sadly, that assumption is wrong.
Wherever you go, someone is always a sperm relation of someone else.
Be it good or bad, it will be there.

So instead of making our life miserable, lets make theirs miserable.

How?
By doing our job.
Yes, people, its evil.
All we need to do is do our job and wipe these people out from our radar.
Physically they will be there, making themselves a nuisance (as thats their knack in life). But in truth, they are not there at all from your perspective.

Lets take a real time example.
A meeting.
5 people.
Each with roles and responsibilities to deliver.
A, B, C, D and E.
Now C,D and E are people the royalties of the company.
Their connections span right up to the emperor himself.
They talk but no sense can be applied to it.
Utter waste of time.

A and B however are practical people with a good sense of direction.
They know what they do and do it well.

Now we have a clear picture of how things are.
This is how I do it.

When A and B talk, I participate and jot down the things they say and suggest.
I put to them responsibilities that is reasonable and within their work envelope.
Their deliverables are all those which they can pick up and finish.

For C, D and E?
I give them work which are critical but not urgent.
That means, if they are actually doing their work, we will get things done earlier but if they screw up and make a mess of things, my other team members can still pick it up and finish them later.

Getting C, D and E to do things which will eventually help progress the project is important. Wasting resources are a big no no in any project management scenario. So this is the general tactic I employ.

Its harder said than done of course.
Skills which I have learned from my past experience allows me to manage my way around these minefields as much as I can.
Learning about their strength and weakness allows me to push them harder to things which we can get positive results is key to making a dateline.

Is this politics you say?
My answer?
Its a double edged knife.
Do it well, you can get away with everyone as a winner.
Do it badly, and you end up falling on your own knife.

Statistics says ...

Once a while I look into my analytics report for this blog and it surprises me that people actually come from everywhere to read what I post.

Yet they are not reading what I am posting today or last week.
They are coming in and reading postings that I did 5 years back.
Apparently I am more interesting then than I am now.

The time in which I first started putting up my thoughts on almost a daily basis.
When I was still a very serious blogger.
Where then my postings actually consists of stuff like "Bill Gates being my Heartthrob"

A very different stage of mine.
Something that makes me wonder if I have really grown old or just lazy?

Another thing I notice is that Izso has been reading my blog even way back then.
I never really noticed how much of an online friend he has been until now.

So here is me saying thanks Izso, old pal.
Thanks for taking your time to come and "co-habitating" with me for so long.
PS: read the comments by izso from the link to get the joke. :)

The spy who can have it all ...

Anna Chapman, most people who actually read internet news would know who she is.
Those who are subscribers to maxim would know who she is.
People in the US, UK and Moscow would know who she is.

I however did not notice her name until like 30 minutes ago.
I did know about the news of Russian spies being arrested a few months back but was not too bothered with knowing the details of it at all.

I mean, seriously, spies are expected.
Even in countries like little Malaysia, we expect spies to be living among us.
Its part of the political structure that has been so since the Roman times.

Who else do you think gives in depth analysis to the foreign governments of their home country. They come in to our lives, live among us to understand and study us.

Its just a job for them.
And it's their job.
I would no more accuse them for being "bad people" as I would any politician.
Totally acceptable.

Anna Chapman is making headlines everywhere mainly because she has a beautiful face and a devilish body. Her ex-husband is now making money from their private pics and interviews of their sexual exploits.

Interestingly, now that she is no longer able to "spy" for her country, she is making a career change into the modeling genre. As I said, she has the body for it and from what we are told, the training as well.

Why waste such a valuable asset?
Put her up as the next poster child for what it means to be a spy.
Eventually you will get more and more people willing to take up the mantle.
Its a job that pays the bills and might even end up with you in the front cover of a famous international magazine.

The end is nigh ...

What would you do when you get a posting where someone is prophesying their own death?
Or simply put it "To tell everyone in the cyber world that their life is coming to an end"

How would it be ending?
Either by death from above or a slow slumber in the cold embrace of nature.

Hey, its a prophecy, its not suppose to be clear and concise.

Prophecies have an unwritten rule to its creation.
It must be as vague as possible and as true as it can be.

So whomever that stumbles upon it would be none the wiser of the incident until it is all over.

Why in the world does that rule exist?
Well, its basically something Apollo did to Cassandra when she refused his consort.
He was so pissed off with being ditched, he gave the poor girl the sight to see future and past but made sure that no one will believe anything she said.

Thus starting the trend of obscure riddles that serves no purpose other than to frustrate those who are hooked on it.

So who is prophesying their demise?
Not so much prophesying but already done so.

He told the world he was going to kill himself over a girl.
His friends agreed that he should kill himself.
So he did.
Now his an "icon" to these "friends" for being honest and brave to his words.

The world population would be in a much better zoning area if all the men in the world were to do this.
We get ditched, we off our sorry ass.
One less CO2 supplier.
Less greenhouse effect.
All is balance.

Am I making fun over death?
Over this poor boys demise?
Making his actions less important than it actually is?
Frankly speaking?
Yes.

He killed himself over a girl.
A girl.

Love hurts.
Life's a bitch.
Get over it.
Oh sorry.
He did.
He chose the path of least pain.

What in blazes are going through these youngsters mind?
Can't take rejection?
Seriously?
If I were to have a penny for every girl that broke my heart, I would be a millionaire.

I had to get this off my chest.
Read the news on the paper and my brain went blank.

Totally disbelief over the fact that his "friends" actually encourage him to continue on with his folly.

Angry does not come close to what I feel.
Disappointment is not even near to how empty it is in my heart.
Thunder and Lightning is blazing in my head right this moment.

This is our future generations?
I have no prayer left.
Such is my situation.

Who needs to wait for 2012, the world has already ended.

Dum di dum ....

Its almost the end of the year.
For some its already their last few days at work.

People are clearing their excess leaves so that it does not get forfeited.
A common practice in our country.
Or generally Asian countries.
We tend to not want to waste our leaves away if possible.

But I am led to believe that our counterparts down under (Australia and New Zealand) don't really mind burning up their leaves.
It seems that they don't consider it an asset equivalent to our salary.

I find that interesting.
But I seriously doubt that to be true.
Yet that is what my friend tells me.

Then again, we here in Malaysia don't really take Dental to be that important as well.
A lot of companies don't provide dental coverage as a staff incentive.
Even when they do, we don't utilize it much at all.
That is for those of us who does not have that heavy a sweet tooth.
I am not sure if normal braces can be claimed.
Will have to check with HR.

Am feeling pretty good these days.
My wife says that I am being absolutely 'ecstatic' and rowdy.
Or was it randy that she said.
None the less she likes it.
A lot.

Have you gotten all your Christmas shopping done?
iPad's are on sale in Mac stores.
Just saying.

Talk to you guys later.

1 Day ...

Thats how long it took for me to drop the ball.
Don't worry, I am not feeling bad or anything.
I actually have a good reason for dropping it.

I was hard at work.
Which was actually good.

The whole point of the exercise (as per my discussion with my wife) was to push me to gain momentum again in the things I do in life.

What I do (coincidently) was something that I enjoy doing.
But the fact is that it work itself was irrelevant as long as I do it.

I did not actually stop what I said I would do.
Pictures were taken in a daily basis because ... well ... I actually started to see images form in front of me better now than a few days back.

Angles that make a lot of sense and seldom seen.

You will start seeing it in my isnappictures soon.

Poems though are a bit sparse.
Only wrote one yesterday.

So here is what I penned.

:: Tangible ::
Happiness is fragile
all it takes is one word
ruining the moment
making us fold
new pains
old wounds
next to the heart
yearning for relief

Wrote this while I was looking at children running up and down the escalators.

Its like this ...

I am not trying to make a post.
But instead am forcing myself to think of something to write.

The reason?
A simple goal that I wanted to keep.

1 Post.
1 Poem.
1 Picture.
1 Day.

Why?
I realized that my daily grind is loosing tactual value.

Looking back for the last 1 year, I am at a point where a simple whisper can break my fragile reality.

So my wife advised me to rediscover my hobbies again.
To go back to my roots.
And these three things came to mind.

When I first started to post on line, it was of poems.
I posted one poem a day in the forums for quite sometime.
And I remember myself to be my most creative during that tenure.

Then these was my simplistic view of the world via the camera.
It was a way to frame what my mind saw into a picture.
The closest thing to understanding how warped my sense of reality was.

Lastly my postings here at 12am.
That which really helped me anchor myself to something more solid than what I hold in my mind to now.

And that is why I am doing this now.

A simple goal.
Easy to achieve.
Hard to maintain.

Lets see how long I can keep this up.